The true Christian's nostril is to be continually attentive to the inner cesspool.

The discomfiture we feel may be our most accurate human sensation; reminding us we are not quite "at home" here.

You are guilty of no evil, Ransom of Thulcandra, except a little fearfulness. For that, the journey you go on is your pain, and perhaps your cure: for you must be either mad or brave before it is ended.

Of course God does not consider you hopeless. If He did He would not be moving you to seek Him (and He obviously is). What is going on in you at present is simply the beginning of the treatment. Continue seeking with cheerful seriousness. Unless He wanted you, you would not be wanting Him.

Theology offers you a working arrangement, which leaves the scientist free to continue his experiments and the Christian to continue his prayers.

If He who in Himself can lack nothing, chooses to need us, it is because we need to be needed.

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.