Maxioms by C.s. Lewis
Commemoration of Osmund, Bishop of Salisbury, 1099 It is a poor thing to strike our colours to God when read more
Commemoration of Osmund, Bishop of Salisbury, 1099 It is a poor thing to strike our colours to God when the ship is going down under us; a poor thing to come to Him as a last resort, to offer up "our own" when it is no longer worth keeping. If God were proud, He would hardly have us on such terms.
Feast of the Birth of John the Baptist Continuing a short series on authenticity: There, right in the read more
Feast of the Birth of John the Baptist Continuing a short series on authenticity: There, right in the middle of our lives, is that which satisfies the craving for inequality, and acts as a permanent reminder that medicine is not food. Hence a man's reaction to Monarchy is a kind of test. Monarchy can easily be "debunked"; but watch the faces, mark well the accents, of the debunkers. These are the men whose tap-root in Eden has been cut: whom no rumour of the polyphony, the dance, can reach -- men to whom pebbles laid in a row are more beautiful than an arch. Yet even if they desire mere equality, they cannot reach it. Where men are forbidden to honour a king, they honour millionaires, athletes, or film-stars instead: even famous prostitutes or gangsters. For spiritual nature, like bodily nature, will be served; deny it food and it will gobble poison.
Has this world been so kind to you that you should leave with regret? There are better things ahead than read more
Has this world been so kind to you that you should leave with regret? There are better things ahead than any we leave behind.
A proud man is always looking down on things and people; and, of course, as long as you're looking down, read more
A proud man is always looking down on things and people; and, of course, as long as you're looking down, you can't see something that's above you.
How incessant and great are the ills with which a prolonged old age is replete.
How incessant and great are the ills with which a prolonged old age is replete.
