If only this toothache would go away, I could write another chapter on the problem of pain.

If things are real, they're there all the time.

With my mother's death all settled happiness, all that was tranquil and reliable, disappeared from my life. There was to be much fun, many pleasures, many stabs of Joy; but no more of the old security. It was sea and islands now; the great continent had sunk like Atlantis.

You don’t think – not possibly – not as a mere hundredth chance – there might be things that are real though we can’t see them? … If there are souls, could there not be soul-houses?

Each time you fall He'll pick you up. He knows your own efforts are never going to bring you anywhere near perfection

All get what they want; they do not always like it.

When we want to be something other than the thing God wants us to be, we must be wanting what, in fact, will not make us happy.