The false religion of lust is baser than the false religion of mother-love or patriotism or art: but lust is less likely to be made into a religion.
C. S. LewisAll day I have been tossed and whirled in a preposterous happiness; was it an elf in the blood? Or a bird in the brain? Or even part of the cloudily crested, fifty-league-long, loud, uplifted wave of a journeying angels transit over and through my heart?
C. S. LewisThere is no use in talking as if forgiveness were easy. For we find that the work of forgiveness has to be done over and over again.
C. S. Lewis