Because, as we know, almost anything can be read into any book if you are determined enough. This will be especially impressed on anyone who has written fantastic fiction. He will find reviewers, both favourable and hostile, reading into his stories all manner of allegorical meanings which he never intended. (Some of the allegories thus imposed on my own books have been so ingenious and interesting that I often wish I had thought of them myself.)

Let's pray that the human race never escapes from Earth to spread its iniquity elsewhere.

When the time comes to you at which you will be forced at last to utter the speech which has lain at the center of your soul for years, which you have, all that time, idiot-like, been saying over and over, you'll not talk about the joy of words. I saw well why the gods do not speak to us openly, nor let us answer. Till that word can be dug out of us, why should they hear the babble that we think we mean? How can they meet us face to face till we have faces?

Heaven will display far more variety than Hell.

It seems to me that we often, almost sulkily, reject the good that God offers us because, at that moment, we expected some other good.

the Divine Nature wounds and perhaps destroys us merely by being what it is.

All names will soon be restored to their proper owners.