The thing is to rely on God. The time will come when you will regard all this misery as a small price to pay for having been brought to that dependence. Meanwhile, the trouble is that relying on God has to begin all over again every day as if nothing has yet been done.

When golden moments come, when God enables one really to pray without words, who but a fool would reject the gift?

Would it not be better to be dead than to have this horrible fear that Aslan has come and is not like the Aslan we have believed in and longed for? It is as if the sun rose one day and were a black sun.

To walk out of his will is to walk into nowhere.

If we accept Heaven we shall not be able to retain even the smallest and most intimate souvenirs of Hell.

Youth and age touch only the surface of our lives.

I fancy that most people who think at all have done a great deal of their thinking in the first fourteen years.