The question is not what we intended ourselves to be, but what He intended us to be when He made us.

To enter heaven is to become more human than you ever succeeded in being on earth; to enter hell is to be banished from humanity. What is cast (or casts itself) into hell is not a man: it is 'remains.'

Love, in its own nature, demands the perfecting of the beloved.

Friendship is unnecessary, like philosophy, like art... It has no survival value; rather it is one of those things that give value to survival.

One of our great allies at present is the Church itself. Do not misunderstand me. I do not mean the Church as we see her spread out through all time and space and rooted in eternity, terrible as an army with banners. That, I confess, is a spectacle which makes our boldest tempters uneasy. But fortunately it is quite invisible to these humans.

We don't have a soul. We are a soul. We happen to have a body.

I do not think that all who choose wrong roads perish; but their rescue consists in being put back on the right road.