Oh, Lor!' said the boy, sitting down on the grassy bank at the edge of the shrubbery and very quickly getting up again because the grass was soaking wet. His name was unfortunately Eustace Scrubb but he wasn't a bad sort.

This world is a great sculptor's shop. We are the statues and there is a rumor going round the shop that some of us are some day going to come to life.

We 'have all we want' is a terrible saying when 'all' does not include God. We find God an interruption. As St. Augustine says somewhere, 'God wants to give us something, but cannot, because our hands are full - there's nowhere for Him to put it.'

A thing may be morally neutral and yet the desire for that thing may be dangerous.

There is someone I accept even though I do not approve of all he does...and that someone is me

For the past twenty years you and I have been fed all day long on good solid lies about sex

What draws people to be friends is that they see the same truth. They share it.