You know what this is, I suppose. Religious melancholia. Stop while there is time. If you dive, you dive into insanity.

The human mind is generally far more eager to praise or dispraise than it is to describe and define.

God is no fonder of intellectual slackers than He is of any other slacker.

When we Christians behave badly, or fail to behave well, we are making Christianity unbelievable to the outside world. The wartime posters told us that Careless Talk costs Lives. It is equally true that Careless Lives cost Talk. Our careless lives set the outer world talking; and we give them grounds for talking in a way that throws doubt on the truth of Christianity itself.

The humblest praise most, while cranks & malcontents praise least. Praise almost seems to be inner health made audible

And she never could remember; and ever since that day what Lucy means by a good story is a story which reminds her of the forgotten story in the Magician's Book.

No Christian and, indeed, no historian could accept the epigram which defines religion as 'what a man does with his solitude.'