All men alike stand condemned, not by alien codes of ethics, but by their own, and all men therefore are conscious of guilt.

God is, if I may say it, very unscrupulous

Nothing is yet in its true form.

[The decay of Logic results from an] untroubled assumption that the particular is real and the universal is not.

Isn't it funny how day by day nothing changes, but when you look back, everything is different.

At other times it feels like being mildly drunk, or concussed. There is a sort of invisible blanket between the world and me. I find it hard to take in what anyone says.

Do not be deceived, Wormwood. Our cause is never more in danger than when a human, no longer desiring, but still intending, to do our Enemy's will, looks round upon a universe from which every trace of Him seems to have vanished, and asks why he has been forsaken, and still obeys.