When I'm older I'll understand" said Lucy, " I am older and I don't think I want to understand", replied Edmund

I think I am beginning to understand why grief feels like suspense. It comes from the frustration of so many impulses that had become habitual. Thought after thought feeling after feeling action after action had H. for their object. Now their target is gone. I keep on through habit fitting an harrow to the string then I remember and have to lay the bow down. So many roads lead through to H. I set out on one of them. But now there's an impassable frontier-post across it. So many roads once now so many culs de sac.

In the moral sphere, every act of justice or charity involves putting ourselves in the other person's place and thus transcending our own competitive particularity.

No philosophical theory which I have yet come across is a radical improvement on the words of Genesis, that 'In the beginning God made Heaven and Earth'.

God loves us NOT because we're lovable, because He is love. Not because He needs to receive, because He delights to give.

Nothing is wonderful except in the abnormal, and nothing is abnormal until we have grasped the norm.

This wasn't a garden,' said Susan presently. 'It was a castle.