When Christ died, He died for you individually just as much as if you had been the only person in the world.

In Science we have been reading only the notes to a poem; in Christianity we find the poem itself.

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

In the same way a Christian is not a man who never goes wrong, but a man is enabled to repent and pick himself up and begin over again after each stumble--because the Christ-life is inside him, repairing him all the time, enabling him to repeat (in some degree) the kind of voluntary death which Christ Himself carried out." - Mere Christianity

Until you have given up yourself to Him, you will not have a real self.

You can't know, you can only believe - or not.

There is something in natural affection which will lead it on to eternal love more easily than natural appetite could be led on. But there's also something in it which makes it easier to stop at the natural level and mistake it for the heavenly. Brass is mistaken for gold more easily than clay is. And if it finally refuses conversion its corruption will be worse than the corruption of what ye call the lower passions. It is a stronger angel, and therefor, when it falls, a fiercer devil.