Christianity does not want us to reduce by one atom the hatred we feel for cruelty and treachery. We ought to hate them. Not one word of what we have said about them needs to be unsaid. But it does want us to hate them in the same way in which we hate things in ourselves: being sorry that the man should have done such things, and hoping, if it is anyway possible, that somehow, sometime, somewhere he can be cured and made human again.

When all the suns and nebulae have passed away, each one of you will still be alive.

This wasn't a garden,' said Susan presently. 'It was a castle.

No soul that seriously and constantly desires joy will ever miss it. Those who seek find. To those who knock it is opened.

First, I do not sit down at my desk to put into verse something that is already clear in my mind. If it were clear in my mind, I should have no incentive or need to write about it. We do not write in order to be understood; we write in order to understand.

Any amount of theology can now be smuggled into people's minds under the cover of fiction without their knowing it.

And what about you? You must be some kind of beardless dwarf?...You mean to say, that you're a daughter of Eve?...Y-yes, but, you are in fact... human?