Selfishness has never been admired.

The change which the writing wrought in me (and of which I did not write) was only a beginning; only to prepare me for the gods' surgery. They used my own pen to probe my wound.

Christian love, either towards God or towards man, is an affair of the will.

Besides being complicated, reality, in my experience, is usually odd. It is not neat, not obvious, not what you expect.

Of course language is not an infallible guide, but it contains, with all its defects, a good deal of stored insight and experience.

Now the story of Christ is simply a true myth: a myth working on us the same way as the others, but with this tremendous difference that it really happened: and one must be content to accept it in the same way, remembering that it is God’s myth where the others are men’s myths: i.e., the Pagan stories are God expressing Himself through the minds of poets, using such images as He found there, while Christianity is God expressing Himself through what we call 'real things'.

They did nothing wrong their time here has ended