But the most obvious fact about praise — whether of God or anything — strangely escaped me. I thought of it in terms of compliment, approval, or the giving of honor. I had never noticed that all enjoyment spontaneously overflows into praise unless (sometimes even if) shyness or the fear of boring others is deliberately brought in to check it.

A children's story that can only be enjoyed by children is not a good children's story in the slightest.

The game is to have them all running about with fire extinguishers when there is a flood, and all crowding to that side of the boat which is already nearly gunwale under.

Though I do not believe that my desire for Paradise proves that I shall enjoy it, I think it a pretty good indication that such a thing exists and that some men will.

The human mind is generally far more eager to praise or dispraise than it is to describe and define.

We have not long to live in any event. Let us spend what is left in seeking the unpeopled world behind the sunrise.

Goodness is, so to speak, itself; badness is only spoiled goodness. And there must be something good first before it can be spoiled.