The only thing one can usually change in one's situation is oneself. And yet one can't change that either-only ask Our Lord to do so.

You've no idea how good an old joke sounds when you take it out again after a rest of five or six hundred years.

God has infinite attention to spare for each one of us.

Onward and Upward! To Narnia and the North!

You asked for a loving God: you have one... The consuming fire Himself, the Love that made the worlds, persistent as the artist's love for his work and despotic as a man's love for a dog, provident and venerable as a father's love for a child, jealous, inexorable, exacting as love between the sexes. How this should be, I do not know: it passes reason to explain why any creatures, not to say creatures such as we, should have a value so prodigious in their Creator's eyes.

We may give our human loves the unconditional allegiance which we owe only to God. They they become gods: then they become demons. Then they will destroy us, and also destroy themselves. For natural loves that are allowed to become gods do not remain loves. They are still called so, but can become in fact complicated forms of hatred.

Art can teach without at all ceasing to be art.