God can make good use of all that happens, but the loss is real.

The joy came from finding at last what hatred was made for.

When they told him this, Ransom at last understood why mythology was what it was -- gleams of celestial strength and beauty falling on a jungle of filth and imbecility.

We call bad one who rejects the fruit he is given for the fruit he is expecting or the fruit he was given last time.

History is idle gossip about a happening whose truth is lost the instant it has taken place.

Maybe you're holding on too tight, and the magic comes in letting go.

Never mistake arrogance for intellect.

If it wasn't for the devil, we wouldn't be here, would we?

Keep your eyes open. Look at the world without prejudice, pay attention to your sources, and decide for yourself where the truth lies. That is the greatness of the path I'm offering you.

When I see a bird that walks like a duck and swims like a duck and quacks like a duck, I call that bird a duck.

The roaring of the wind is my wife and the stars through the window pane are my children.

I don't want to sit and look at all the trophies. I don't want to live in the past -- I want to live now!

But learning-time is always a long, secluded time, and so loving, for a long while ahead and far on into life, is-solitude, intensified and deepened loneness for him who loves.

I guess a man's best friend is his mother.