C. S. Lewis on theology

Love anything and your heart will be wrung and possibly broken. If you want to make sure of keeping it intact you must give it to no one, not even an animal. Wrap it carefully round with hobbies and little luxuries; avoid all entanglements. Lock it up safe in the casket or coffin of your selfishness. But in that casket, safe, dark, motionless, airless, it will change. It will not be broken; it will become unbreakable, impenetrable, irredeemable. To love is to be vulnerable.

Love, while always forgiving of imperfections and mistakes, can never cease to will their removal.

Friendship is born at that moment when one person says to another, ‘What! You too? I thought I was the only one!’

You don’t have a Soul. You are a Soul. You have a body.

Maybe this world is another planet’s hell.

Aldous Huxley1894–1963

Imagine the Creator as a low comedian, and at once the world becomes explicable.

H. L. Mencken1880–1956