No good work is done anywhere without aid from the Father of Lights.

God has paid us the intolerable compliment of loving us, in the deepest, most tragic, most inexorable sense.

If you simply try to tell the truth you will, nine times out of ten, be original without ever having noticed it.

It is hard to have patience with people who say 'There is no death' or 'Death doesn't matter.' There is death. And whatever is matters. And whatever happens has consequences, and it and they are irrevocable and irreversible. You might as well say that birth doesn't matter.

The holier a man becomes, the more he mourns over the unholiness which remains in him.

We are born helpless. As soon as we are fully conscious we discover loneliness.

Wrong will be right, when Aslan comes in sight, At the sound of his roar, sorrows will be no more, When he bares his teeth, winter meets its death, And when he shakes his mane, we shall have spring again.