The author observes of the Inklings, "they make a perfect compass rose of faith: talking the Catholic, Lewis the "mere Christian, " Williams the Anglican, Barfield the esotericist.

Lewis had developed a trademark style, slow enough for note taking, loud enough to rouse the dullest listener, straightforward, abundantly furnished with quotations, and lavish in wit.

A letter Lewis wrote reveals an 18-year-old with the energy of a schoolboy and the tastes of an octogenarian.

In the infancy of society every author is necessarily a poet, because language itself is poetry. – Owen Barfield

Words are catch-basins of experience, fingerprints and footprints of the past that the literary detective may scrutinize in order to sleuth out the history of human consciousness.

Imagination pointed toward truth but could not disclose it directly.

We must picture Oxford, during World War I, not as the neomedieval paradise it would like to be, but as the military compound it was obliged to become.

The arts are the best Time Machine we have." C. S. Lewis

Now he must put into practice all his fine poetic thoughts about romantic love.

Passion does not translate easily into good income.

As is the case with many adolescents, Lewis's increased command over over the things of the world brought with it a corresponding atrophy of the moral sense.

Beauty is about being comfortable in your own skin. It's about knowing and accepting who you are.

Was. What does was actually mean? The verb to be. Past tense of is. Does it mean that someone is no longer being?

Lord of the Muck.

Apparently he was not the sharpest quill on the porcupine if you get my drift.

When proven wrong, the wise man will correct himself and the ignorant will keep arguing.

The only thing worth globalizing is dissent.

I like to walk around with bare feet and I don't like to comb my hair.

The Universe yields to me when I ask.

To follow implies not only the denying of one's own clarity, investigation, integrity and honesty, but it also implies that your motive in following is reward.

No age is compelled to take its beauty from preceding epochs.