Edmund, give a special goodbye to Trumpkin for me. He's been a brick.

Looking for God-or Heaven-by exploring space is like reading or seeing all Shakespeare's plays in the hope that you will find Shakespeare as one of the characters.

Delight is incomplete until it is expressed.

Surely you know that if a man can't be cured of churchgoing, the next best thing is to send him all over the neighbourhood looking for the church that "suits" him until he becomes a taster or connoisseur of churches.

Unless I believe in God, I cannot believe in thought: so I can never use thought to disbelieve in God.

Whenever all men are...hastening to be slaves or tyrants we make Liberalism the prime bogey.

You're a mere chick. I remember you when you were a egg. Don't come trying to teach me, sir. Crabs and crumpets!