Other than heaven, the only place where one's heart is completely safe from the dangers of love is hell.
Here at last is the thing I was made for.
I need Christ, not something that resembles Him.
The return from the walk, and the arrival of tea, should be exactly coincident, and not later than a quarter past four.
Well,' said Ransom, 'if it is a delusion, it's a pretty stubborn one.
The more often he feels without acting, the less he will be able ever to act, and, in the long run, the less he will be able to feel.