Once in our world, a Stable had something in it that was bigger than our whole world.
[The decay of Logic results from an] untroubled assumption that the particular is real and the universal is not.
Dearest Daughter. I knew you would not be long in coming to me. Joy shall be yours.
God wants a child's heart and a grownup's head.
A noble hunger, long unsatisfied, met at last its proper food.
I expect you have seen someone put a a lighted match to a bit of newspaper which is propped up in a grate against an unlit fire. And for a second nothing seems to have happened; and then you notice a tiny steak of flame creeping along the edged of the newspaper. It was like that now.