Before God closed in on me, I was offered what now appears a moment of wholly free choice. But I feel my decision was not so important. I was the object rather than the subject in this affair.

One must never be either content with, or impatient with, oneself.

Why love if losing hurts so much? We love to know that we are not alone.

Unless thought is valid we have no reason to believe in the real universe.

Actually it seems to me that one can hardly say anything either bad enough or good enough about life.

She stepped out from among their shifting confusion of lovely lights and shadows. A circle of grass, smooth as a lawn, met her eyes, with dark trees dancing all around it. And then --Oh Joy! For he was there: the huge Lion, shining white in the moonlight, with his huge black shadow underneath him.

You and I who still enjoy fairy tales have less reason to wish actual childhood back. We have kept its pleasures and added some grown-up ones as well.