Awake. Love. Think. Speak. Be walking trees. Be talking beasts. Be divine waters.
The mouse is a fair treat but this one would talk the hind legs off a donkey.
Humility, after the first shock, is cheerful virtue.
And yet all loneliness, angers, hatreds, envies, and itchings that it contains, if rolled into one single experience and put into the scale against the least moment of the joy that is felt by the least in Heaven, would have no weight that could be registered at all. Bad cannot succeed even in being
A man who has been in another world does not come back unchanged. One can't put the difference into words. When the man is a friend it may become painful: the old footing is not easy to recover.
Now God, who has made us, knows what we are and that our happiness lies in Him.
You can't get a cup of tea big enough or a book long enough to suit me. C. S. L
I think He made one law of that kind in order that there might be obedience. In all these other matters what you call obeying Him is but doing what seems good in your own eyes also. Is love content with that?
By this method thousands of humans have been brought to think that humility means pretty women trying to believe they are ugly and clever men trying to believe they are fools. And since what they are trying to believe may, in some cases, be manifest nonsense, they cannot succeed in believing it and
Holiness is irresistible. If even 10% of the world's population had it the whole world would be converted and happy before the year's end.
Every Christian would agree that a man's spiritual health is exactly proportional to his love for God.
It's so much easier to pray for a bore than to go and see one.
The real problem is not why some pious, humble, believing people suffer, but why some do not.
Of course language is not an infallible guide, but it contains, with all its defects, a good deal of stored insight and experience.
I thought I could describe a state; make a map of sorrow. Sorrow, however, turns out to be not a state, but a process. It needs not a map, but a history, and if I don't stop writing that history at some quite arbitrary point, there's no reason why I should ever stop.
Nature does not teach. A true philosophy may sometimes validate an experience of nature; an experience of nature cannot validate a philosophy. Nature will not verify any theological or metaphysical proposition (or not in the manner we are now considering); she will help to show what it means.
Miracles do not, in fact, break the laws of nature. C. S. L
We are born helpless. As soon as we are fully conscious we discover loneliness...
The Christian "doctrines" are translations into our concepts and ideas of that which God has already expressed in language more adequate, namely the actual incarnation, crucifixion, and resurrection
The perfect church service would be one we were almost unaware of. Our attention would have been on God.
For in grief nothing "stays put." One keeps on emerging from a phase, but it always recurs. Round and round. Everything repeats. Am I going in circles, or dare I hope I am on a spiral? But if a spiral, am I going up or down it? How often -- will it be for always? -- how often will the vast emptiness
The cross comes before the crown and tomorrow is a Monday morning!
Because we love something else more than this world, we love even this world more than those who know no other.
Where men are forbidden to honour a king, they honor millionaires, athletes, or film stars instead; even famous prostitutes or gangsters. For spiritual nature, like bodily nature, will be served; deny it food and it will gobble poison.
And thereâ€™s also â€˜To him that hath shall be given.â€™ After all, you must have a capacity to receive, or even omnipotence canâ€™t give. Perhaps your own passion temporarily destroys the capacity.
The knight is a man of blood and iron, a man familiar with the sight of smashed faces and the ragged stumps of lopped-off limbs; he is also a demure, almost a maidenlike, guest in hall, a gentle, modest, unobtrusive man. He is not a compromise or happy mean between ferocity and meekness; he is fierc
It is funny how mortals always picture us as putting things into their minds: in reality our best work is done by keeping things out.
There are a dozen views about everything until you know the answer. Then there's never more than one.
It is only our bad temper that we put down to being tired or worried or hungry; we put our good temper down to ourselves.
The books or the music in which we thought the beauty was located will betray us if we trust to them; it was not in them, it only came through them,and what came through them was longing. These thingsâ€”the beauty, the memory of our own pastâ€”are good images of what we really desire; but if they ar