For that great Love speaks in the most wretched and dirty hearts; only the tone of its voice depends on the echoes of the place in which it sounds.

What can money do to console a man with a headache?

Free will is not the liberty to do whatever one likes, but the power of doing whatever one sees ought to be done, even in the very face of otherwise overwhelming impulse. There lies freedom, indeed.

Books are but dead bodies to you, and a library nothing but a catacomb!

You thought you were going to be made into a decent little cottage: but He is building a palace. He intends to come and live in it himself. (Quoted by C.S.Lewis in Mere Christianity)

If both Church and fairy-tale belong to humanity, they may occasionally cross circles, without injury to either.

Ah, what is it we send up thither, where our thoughts are either a dissonance or a sweetness and a grace?