The only palliative is to keep the clean sea breeze of the centuries blowing through our minds, and this can be done only by reading old books.

In such a fearful world, we need a fearless church

The world was made partly that there may be prayer; partly that our prayers might be answered.

We do not see into men’s hearts. We cannot judge, and are indeed forbidden to judge.

What assurance have we that our masters will or can keep the promise which induced us to sell ourselves? Let us not be deceived by phrases about 'Man taking charge of his own destiny'. All that can really happen is that some men will take charge of the destiny of the others. They will be simply men; none perfect; some greedy, cruel and dishonest. The more completely we are planned the more powerful they will be. Have we discovered some new reason why, this time, power should not corrupt as it has done before?

We long for more and God's promise is that there is more awaiting us. More to delight us than we will ever exhaust.

The castle of Cair Paravel on its little hill towered up above them; before them were the sands, with rocks and little pools of salt water, and seaweed, and the smell of the sea and long miles of bluish-green waves breaking for ever and ever on the beach. And oh, the cry of the seagulls! Have you ever heard it? Can you remember?