In God you come up against something which is in every respect immeasurably superior to yourself. Unless you know God as that-and, therefore, know yourself as nothing in comparison-you do not know God at all.

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

Christian love, either towards God or towards man, is an affair of the will.

I thought I could describe a state; make a map of sorrow. Sorrow, hoever, turns out to be not a state but a process.

If we continue to make moral judgements (and whatever we say shall in fact continue) then we must believe that the conscience of man is not a product of nature.

Five senses; an incurably abstract intellect; a haphazardly selective memory; a set of preconceptions and assumptions so numerous that I can never examine more than a minority of them - never become even conscious of them all.

If no set of moral ideas were truer or better than any other, there would be no sense in preferring civilised morality to savage morality.