C. S. Lewis

The future is something which everyone reaches at the rate of 60 minutes an hour, whatever he does, whoever he is.

Aim at heaven and you will get earth thrown in. Aim at earth and you get neither.

Everyone has noticed how hard it is to turn our thoughts to God when everything is going well with us... While what we call 'our own life' remains agreeable, we will not surrender it to Him. What, then, can God do in our interests but make 'our own life' less agreeable to us, and take away the plausible sources of false happiness?

God cannot give us a happiness and peace apart from Himself, because it is not there. There is no such thing.

You can't get a cup of tea big enough or a book long enough to suit me.

How incessant and great are the ills with which a prolonged old age is replete.

Thirty was so strange for me. I've really had to come to terms with the fact that I am now a walking and talking adult.

What we call Man's power over Nature turns out to be a power exercised by some men over other men with Nature as its instrument.

What I call my 'self' now is hardly a person at all. It's mainly a meeting place for various natural forces, desires, and fears, etcetera, some of which come from my ancestors, and some from my education, some perhaps from devils. The self you were really intended to be is something that lives not from nature but from God.

Nothing is more dangerous to one's own faith than the work of an apologist. No doctrine of that faith seems to me so spectral, so unreal as one that I have just successfully defended in a public debate.

We are what we believe we are.

Affection is responsible for nine-tenths of whatever solid and durable happiness there is in our lives.

Failures, repeated failures, are finger posts on the road to achievement. One fails forward toward success.

Joy is the serious business of Heaven.

The future is something which every one reaches at the rate of sixty miles an hour whatever he does whoever he is.

Nothing which is at all times and in every way agreeable to us can have objective reality. It is of the very nature of the real that it should have sharp corners and rough edges that it should be resistant should be itself. Dream-furniture is the only kind on which you never stub your toes or bang your knee.

In Gethsemane the holiest of all petitioners prayed three times that a certain cup might pass from Him. It did not. After that the idea that prayer is recommended to us as a sort of infallible gimmick may be dismissed.

It is quite useless knocking at the door of heaven for earthly comfort. It's not the sort of comfort they supply there.