Quotes from C. S. Lewis

He died not for men, but for each man. If each man had been the only man made, He would have done no less.

It would seem that Our Lord finds our desires not too strong, but too weak. We are half-hearted creatures, fooling about with drink and sex and ambition when infinite joy is offered us, like an ignorant child who wants to go on making mud pies in a slum because he cannot imagine what is meant by the offer of a holiday at the sea. We are far too easily pleased.

You don't have a soul. You are a Soul. You have a body.

Now the trouble about trying to make yourself stupider than you really are is that you very often succeed.

Long before history began we men have got together apart from the women and done things. We had time.

I didn't go to religion to make me happy. I always knew a bottle of Port would do that. If you want a religion to make you feel really comfortable, I certainly don't recommend Christianity.

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.

Our prayers for others flow more easily than those for ourselves. This shows we are made to live by charity.

We may ignore, but we can nowhere evade the presence of God. The world is crowded with Him. He walks everywhere incognito.

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

There is, hidden or flaunted, a sword between the sexes till an entire marriage reconciles them.

Do not let us mistake necessary evils for good.

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

Safe?" said Mr. Beaver; don't you hear what Mrs. Beaver tells you? Who said anything about safe? 'Course he isn't safe. But he's good. He's the King, I tell you.

Experience: that most brutal of teachers. But you learn, my God do you learn.

The task of the modern educator is not to cut down jungles, but to irrigate deserts.

Don't say it was delightful; make us say delightful when we've read the description. You see, all those words (horrifying, wonderful, hideous, exquisite) are only like saying to your readers Please will you do the job for me.

The great thing to remember is that though our feelings come and go God's love for us does not.

I know now, Lord, why you utter no answer. You are yourself the answer. Before your face questions die away. What other answer would suffice?

The Christian does not think God will love us because we are good, but that God will make us good because He loves us.

I hope no one who reads this book has been quite as miserable as Susan and Lucy were that night; but if you have been - if you've been up all night and cried till you have no more tears left in you - you will know that there comes in the end a sort of quietness. You feel as if nothing is ever going to happen again.

Reason is the natural order of truth but imagination is the organ of meaning.

If you look for truth, you may find comfort in the end; if you look for comfort you will not get either comfort or truth only soft soap and wishful thinking to begin, and in the end, despair.

You can make anything by writing.