It now seemed to me that all my other guesses had been only self-pleasing dreams spun out of my wishes, but now I was awake.

The gap between those who worship different gods is not so wide as the gap between those who worship and those who don't.

Grief ... gives life a permanently provisional feeling. It doesn't seem worth starting anything. I can't settle down. I yawn, I fidget, I smoke too much. Up till this I always had too little time. Now there is nothing but time. Almost pure time, empty successiveness.

I do not think that all who choose wrong roads perish; but their rescue consists in being put back on the right road. A sum can be put right: but only by going back til you find the error and working it afresh from that point, never by simply going on. Evil can be undone, but it cannot 'develop' into good. Time does not heal it. The spell must be unwound, bit by bit, 'with backward mutters of dissevering power' --or else not.

If you haven't met Satan recently, you are probably going his way!

A clever arrangement of bad eggs will never make a good omelet.

If the universe is so bad...how on earth did human beings ever come to attribute it to the activity of a wise and good Creator?