The future is something which everyone reaches at the rate of 60 minutes an hour, whatever he does, whoever he is.
C. S. LewisAnd I say also this. I do not think the forest would be so bright, nor the water so warm, nor love so sweet, if there were no danger in the lakes.
C. S. LewisLust is a poor, weak, whimpering, whispering thing compared with that richness and energy of desire which will arise when lust has been killed.
C. S. Lewis