What can be better than to get out a book on Saturday afternoon and thrust all mundane considerations away till next week.

That part of Rostrevor which overlooks Carlingford Lough is my idea of Narnia.

Our souls demand Purgatory, don't they? Would it not break the heart if God said to us, It is true, my son, that your breath smells and your rags drip with mud and slime, but we are charitable here and no one will upbraid you with these things, nor draw away from you. Enter into joy? Should we not reply, With submission, sir, and if there is no objection, I'd rather be cleansed first. It may hurt, you know-even so, sir.

This is the land of Narnia,' said the Faun, 'where we are now; all that lies between the lamp-post and the great castle of Cair Paravel on the eastern sea.

The full acting out of the self's surrender to God therefore demands pain: this action, to be perfect, must be done from the pure will to obey, in the absence, or in the teeth, of inclination

Atheism turns out to be too simple. If the whole universe has no meaning, we should never have found out that it has no meaning.

All Hell is smaller than one pebble of your earthly world; but it is smaller than one atom of this world, the Real World.