The prayer preceding all prayers is 'May it be the real I who speaks. May it be the real Thou that I speak to.'

The real moon,if you could reach it and survive it, would in a deep and deadly sense be just like anywhere else...no man would find an abiding strangness on the moon unless he were the sort of man who could find it in his own back garden.

In worship, God imparts himself to us.

You would not call a man humane for ceasing to set mousetraps if he did so because he believed there were no mice in the house.

I'm on Aslan's side even if there isn't any Aslan to lead it. I'm going to live as like a Narnian as I can even if there isn't any Narnia.

That fierce imprisonment in the self is but the obverse of the self-giving which is absolute reality.

Many things, such as loving, going to sleep, or behaving unaffectedly - are done worst when we try hardest to do them.