Golly,' said Edmund under his breath, 'He's a retired star.
C. S. Lewis
For the critics who think Chesterton frivolous or 'paradoxical' I have to work hard to feel even pity; sympathy is out of the question.
How can they meet us face to face till we have faces?
This is the courtesy of Deep Heaven: that when you mean well, He always takes you to have meant better than you knew. It will not be enough for always. He is very jealous. He will have you for no one but Himself in the end. But for tonight, it is enough.
Strengthen the feebler, lighten the darker, love all.
Out here, in the cold, with the moon and the huge stars overhead and with kind, merry faces all round them, one couldn't quite believe in Underland.