She looked at a silver birch: it would have a soft, showery voice and would look like a slender girl, with hair blown all about her face and fond of dancing. She looked at the oak: he would be a wizened, but hearty, old man with a frizzled beard and warts on his fact and hands, with hair growing out of the warts. She looked at the beech under which she was standing. Ah! --she would be the best of all. She would be a gracious goddess, smooth and stately, the Lady of the Wood.
C. S. LewisThe first fact in the history of Christendom is a number of people who say they have seen the Resurrection.
C. S. LewisJoy is the serious business of heaven. Our merriment must be between people who take each other seriously.
C. S. Lewis