The distinction between pretending you are better than you are and beginning to be better in reality is finer than moral sleuth hounds conceive.

Now the trouble about trying to make yourself stupider than you really are is that you very often succeed.

A noble hunger, long unsatisfied, met at last its proper food.

Girls aren't very good at keeping maps in their brains", said Edmund, "That's because we've got something in them", replied Lucy.

But if you are a poor creature--poisoned by a wretched up-bringing in some house full of vulgar jealousies and senseless quarrels--saddled, by no choice of your own, with some loathsome sexual perversion--nagged day in and day out by an inferiority complex that makes you snap at your best friends--do not despair. He knows all about it. You are one of the poor whom He blessed. He knows what a wretched machine you are trying to drive. Keep on. Do what you can. One day He will fling it on the scrap-heap and give you a new one. And then you may astonish us all - not least yourself.

No mind is so good that it does not need another mind to counter and equal it, and to save it from conceit and bigotry and folly

Everyone who believes in God at all believes that he knows what you and I are going to do tomorrow.