And in that far distant day when the gods become wholly beautiful, or we at last are shown how beautiful they always were, this will happen more and more. For mortals, as you said, will become more and more jealous. And mother and wife and child and friend will all be in league to keep a soul from being united with the Divine Nature.

Though no one would want to be sold as a slave, it is perhaps even more galling to be a sort of utility slave whom no one will buy.

Edmund, give a special goodbye to Trumpkin for me. He's been a brick.

You cannot make men good by law.

For most of us the prayer in Gethsemane is the only model. Removing mountains can wait.

A man can't be taken to hell, or sent to hell: you can only get there on your own steam.

There is no use saying you chose to lie down when it has become impossible to stand up.