The most valuable thing the Psalms do for me is to express the same delight in God which made David dance.

Earth, I think, will not be found by anyone to be in the end a very distinct place. I think earth, if chosen instead of Heaven, will turn out to have been, all along, only a region in Hell: and earth, if put second to Heaven, to have been from the beginning a part of Heaven itself.

For prayer is request. The essence of request, as distinct from compulsion, is that it may or may not be granted.

For images, of the one kind or of the other, will come; we cannot jump off our own shadow.

It is in some ways more troublesome to track and swat an evasive wasp than to shoot, at close range, a wild elephant. But the elephant is more troublesome if you miss.

It is an old story and if you want to go into it you will no doubt consult people who have more authority to talk about it than I have. All I am doing is to ask people to face the facts—to understand the questions which Christianity claims to answer.

If we really want to learn how to forgive, perhaps we had better start with something easier than the Gestapo.

Why love if losing hurts so much? We love to know that we are not alone.

The "democratic spirit"... [or the campaign to make everyone the same] leads to a nation without great men, a nation mainly of subliterates, full of the cocksureness which flattery breeds on ignorance, and quick to snarl or whimper at the first hint of criticism.

This lasted longer than I could describe even if I wrote pages and pages about it.