The castle of Cair Paravel on its little hill towered up above them; before them were the sands, with rocks and little pools of salt water, and seaweed, and the smell of the sea and long miles of bluish-green waves breaking for ever and ever on the beach. And oh, the cry of the seagulls! Have you ever heard it? Can you remember?

Even if there were pains in Heaven, all who understand would desire them.

Since I am I, I must make an act of self-surrender, however small or however easy, in living to God rather than to my self.

A blessed spirit is a mould ever more and more patient of the bright metal poured into it, a body ever more completely uncovered to the meridian blaze of the spiritual sun.

God has infinite attention, infinite leisure to spare for each one of us. He doesn't have to take us in the line. You're as much alone with Him as if you were the only thing He'd ever created.

Each day we are becoming a creature of splendid glory or one of unthinkable horror.

Many people think their prayers are never answered because it is the answered ones they forget.