God, who needs nothing, loves into existence wholly superfluous creatures in order that he may love and perfect them.

By repenting, one acknowledges them as sins-therefore not to be repeated.

This act [creation], as it is for God, must always remain totally inconceivable to man. For we--even our poets and musicians and inventors--never, in the ultimate sense make. We only build. We always have materials to build from. All we can know about the act of creation must be derived from what we can gather about the relation of the creatures to their Creator

Puddleglum's my name. But it doesn't matter if you forget it. I can always tell you again.

Fine feelings, new insights, greater interest in ʿreligionʾ mean nothing unless they make our actual behavior better.

And the seriousness with which the other party takes my words always raises the doubt whether I have taken them seriously enough myself.

The humans live in time but our Enemy (God) destines them for eternity.