Joy is the serious business of heaven.

Enough had been thought, and said, and felt, and imagined. It was about time that something should be done.

Miracles are for beginners.

All killing is not murder any more than all sexual intercourse is adultery.

Everything is as good or bad as our opinion makes it.

One of the marks of a certain type of bad man is that he cannot give up a thing himself without wanting everyone else to give it up.

The Enemy wants to bring the man to a state of mind in which he could design the best cathedral in the world, and know it to be the best, and rejoice in the fact, without being any more (or less) or otherwise glad at having done it than he would be if it had been done by another. The Enemy wants him, in the end, to be so free from any bias in his own favour that he can rejoice in his own talents as frankly and gratefully as in his neighbour's talents--or in a sunrise, an elephant, or a waterfall.