It is one of the secrets in that change of mental poise which has been fitly named conversion, that to many among us neither heaven nor earth has any revelation till some personality touches theirs with a peculiar influence, subduing them into receptiveness.

There is an electric fire in human nature tending to purify - so that among these human creatures there is continually some birth of new heroism. The pity is that we must wonder at it, as we should at finding a pearl in rubbish.

'The Lion' all began with a picture of a faun carrying an umbrella and parcels in a snowy wood. This picture had been in my mind since I was about sixteen. Then one day, when I was about forty, I said to myself, 'Let's try to make a story about it.'

The Church is the new creation, it is life and joy, it is the sacramental fellowship in which we share the ultimate purpose of God, made real for us now in our hearing the Word and sharing the Sacrament.

Christians are not born but made.

You may be at paradise or in prison, at the movies or in Chicago, but you are always and unchangeably in Christ.

None are happy but by the anticipation of change. The change itself is nothing; when we have made it, the next wish is to change again.

He is not lost to you who is found to Christ.

It's time to stop letting your history control your destiny.

I suspect the base that I'm working from is not particularly one of inquiry, but of memory of what I did last time.

I decided I can't pay a person to rewind time, so I may as well get over it.

For lo, the winter is past, the rain is over and gone; the flowers appear on the earth; the time of the singing of birds is come, and the voice of the turtledove is heard in our land.