I have at last come to the end of the Faerie Queene: and though I say "at last", I almost wish he had lived to write six books more as he had hoped to do — so much have I enjoyed it.

That world is ended, as if it had never been. Let the race of Adam and Eve take warning.

Music. A meaningless acceleration in the rhythm of celestial experience.

You cannot go on indefinitely being just an ordinary, decent egg. We must be hatched or go bad.

Of course God does not consider you hopeless. If He did He would not be moving you to seek Him (and He obviously is). What is going on in you at present is simply the beginning of the treatment. Continue seeking with cheerful seriousness. Unless He wanted you, you would not be wanting Him.

Besides being complicated, reality, in my experience, is usually odd. It is not neat, not obvious, not what you expect.

The road to the promised land runs past Sinai.