Pity was meant to be a spur that drives joy to help misery. But it can be used the wrong way round. It can be used for a kind of blackmailing. Those who choose misery can hold joy up to ransom, by pity.

A God. The God. One word can make all the difference in the world.

[The natural life] knows that if the spiritual life gets hold of it, all its self-centredness and self-will are going to be killed and it is ready to fight tooth and nail to avoid that.

If Christianity is only one more bit of good advice, then Christianity is of no importance.

One road leads home and a thousand roads lead into the wilderness.

[The witch] would have known that when a willing victim who had committed no treachery was killed in a traitor’s stead, the Table would crack and Death itself would start working backwards.

Isn't it funny the way some combinations of words can give you--almost apart from their meaning--a thrill like music?