For in self-giving, if anywhere, we touch a rhythm not only of all creation but of all being.

It seems to me that we often, almost sulkily, reject the good that God offers us because, at that moment, we expected some other good.

Most of us need the crutch at times; but of course it is idiotic to use the crutch when our own legs (our own loves, tastes, habits etc.) can do the journey on their own.

A Christian is not a man who never goes wrong, but a man who is enabled to repent.

Only a bad person needs to repent: only a good person can repent perfectly.

Do I think well of myself, think myself a nice chap? WEll, I am afraid I sometimes do (and those are, no doubt, my worst moments).

She stepped out from among their shifting confusion of lovely lights and shadows. A circle of grass, smooth as a lawn, met her eyes, with dark trees dancing all around it. And then --Oh Joy! For he was there: the huge Lion, shining white in the moonlight, with his huge black shadow underneath him.