We can ignore even pleasure. But pain insists upon being attended to. God whispers to us in our pleasures, speaks in our conscience, but shouts in our pains: it is his megaphone to rouse a deaf world.
Things never happen the same way twice.
Suspicion often creates what it suspects.
My own plans are made. While I can, I sail east in the Dawn Treader. When she fails me, I paddle east in my coracle. When she sinks, I shall swim east with my four paws. And when I can swim no longer,...
Man approaches God most nearly when he is in one sense least like God. For what can be more unlike than fullness and need, sovereignty and humility, righteousness and penitence, limitless power and a...
It is a very funny thing that the sleepier you are, the longer you take about getting to bed.
When we lose one blessing, another is often most unexpectedly given in its place.
You are never to old to set another goal or to dream a new dream.
Christianity does NOT replace the technical. When he tells you to feed the hungry and doesn't give you lessons in cookery. If you want to learn THAT, you must go to a cook rather than a Christian.
Until the evil man finds evil unmistakably present in his existence, in the form of pain, he is enclosed in illusion.
The Holiness of God is something more and other than moral perfection: His claim upon us is something more and other than the claim of moral duty.
When the voice of your friend or the page of your book sinks into democratic equality with the pattern of the wallpaper, the feel of your clothes, your memory of last night, and the noises from the ro...
In God you come up against something which is in every respect immeasurably superior to yourself. Unless you know God as that-and, therefore, know yourself as nothing in comparison-you do not know God...
You never know how much you really believe anything until its truth of falsehood becomes a matter of life and death to you. It is easy to say you believe a rope to be strong and sound as long as you a...
Wouldn't he know without being asked?' said Polly. 'I've no doubt he would,' said the Horse (still with his mouth full). 'But I've a sort of an idea he likes to be asked.
The most intense joy, lies not in the having, but in the desire,
The love of knowledge is a kind of madness.
Onward and Upward! To Narnia and the North!
Nothing you have not given away will ever really be yours.
My argument against God was that the universe seemed so cruel and unjust. But how had I got this idea of just and unjust? A man does not call a line crooked unless he has some idea of a straight line....