Reality, looked at steadily, is unbearable.

I am a product [...of] endless books.

Prayer is request. The essence of request, as distinct from compulsion, is that it may or may not be granted. And if an infinitely wise Being listens to the requests of finite and foolish creatures, of course He will sometimes grant and sometimes refuse them.

Her face was working and twitching with passion, but his looked up at the sky, still quiet, neither angry nor afraid, but a little sad.

You would not call a man humane for ceasing to set mousetraps if he did so because he believed there were no mice in the house.

You are guilty of no evil, Ransom of Thulcandra, except a little fearfulness. For that, the journey you go on is your pain, and perhaps your cure: for you must be either mad or brave before it is ended.

God loves us NOT because we're lovable, because He is love. Not because He needs to receive, because He delights to give.