Here at last is the thing I was made for.

I have been trying to make the reader believe that we actually are, at present, creatures whose character must be, in some respects, a horror to God, as it is, when we really see it, a horror to ourselves. This I believe to be a fact: and I notice that the holier a man is, the more fully he is aware of that fact.

If the universe is so bad...how on earth did human beings ever come to attribute it to the activity of a wise and good Creator?

The lost enjoy forever the horrible freedom they have demanded.

Good and evil increase at compound interest. That's why the little decisions we make every day are of infinite importance.

Most of us, I suppose, have a secret country but for most of us it is only an imaginary country. Edmund and Lucy were luckier than other people in that respect.

We are told that Christ was killed for us, that His death has washed out our sins, and that by dying He disabled death itself. That is the formula. That is Christianity. That is what has to be believed.