The world does not need more Christian literature. What it needs is more Christians writing good literature.

Something quite unexpected has happened. It came this morning early. For various reasons, not in themselves at all mysterious, my heart was lighter than it had been for many weeks. ... And suddenly, at the very moment when, so far, I mourned H. least, I remembered her best. Indeed it was something (almost) better than memory; an instantaneous, unanswerable impression. To say it was like a meeting would be going too far. Yet there was that in it which tempts one to use those words. It was as though the lifting of the sorrow removed a barrier.

We poison the wine as He decants it into us; murder a melody He would play with us as the instrument...Hence all sin, whatever else it is, is sacrilege.

Pain plants the flag of truth within a rebel fortress.

You can't go against the grain of the universe and not expect to get splinters.

If naturalism were true then all thoughts whatever would be wholly the result of irrational causes. It cuts its own throat.

The mouse is a fair treat but this one would talk the hind legs off a donkey.