We shall not be well so long as we love and admire anything more than we love and admire God.

Friendship, then, like the other natural loves, is unable to save itself. In reality, because it is spiritual and therefore faces a subtler enemy, it must, even more wholeheartedly than they, invoke the divine protection if it hopes to remain sweet. For consider how narrow its true path is. Is must not become what the people call a "mutual admiration society"; yet if it is not full of mutual admiration, of Appreciative love, it is not Friendship at all.

And there's one thing about this underground work, we shan't get any rain.

We regard God as an airman regards his parachute; it's there for emergencies but he hopes he'll never have to use it.

Readers are advised to remember that the devil is a liar.

The heart of Christianity is a myth which is also a fact. The old myth of the Dying God, without ceasing to be myth, comes down from the heaven of legend and imagination to the earth of history. It happens - at a particular date, in a particular place, followed by definable historical consequences. We pass from a Balder or an Osiris, dying nobody knows when or where, to a historical Person crucified (it is all in order) under Pontius Pilate. By becoming fact it does not cease to be myth: that is the miracle.

The rule of the universe is that others can do for us what we cannot do for ourselves, and one can paddle every canoe except one's own.