A fairytale is not an allegory. There may be allegory in it, but it is not an allegory.

The region of the senses is the unbelieving part of the human soul.

If there be a God and one has never sought him, it will be small consolation to remember that one could not get proof of his existence.

But there is a light that goes deeper than the will, a light that lights up the darkness behind it: that light can change your will, can make it truly yours and not another's - not the Shadow's. Into the created can pour itself the creating will, and so redeem it!

There is no water in oxygen, no water in hydrogen: it comes bubbling fresh from the imagination of the living God, rushing from under the great white throne of the glacier. The very thought of it makes one gasp with an elemental joy no metaphysician can analyse.

I find the doing of the will of God leaves me no time for disputing about his plans — I do not say for thinking about them.

To give truth to him who loves it not is but to give him more plentiful material for misinterpretation.