Maxioms by C.s. Lewis
My own idea, for what it is worth, is that all sadness which is not now either arising from the read more
My own idea, for what it is worth, is that all sadness which is not now either arising from the repentance of a concrete sin and hastening towards concrete amendment or restitution, or else arising from pity and hastening towards active assistance, is simply bad.
Commemoration of Cecilia, Martyr at Rome, c.230 Commemoration of Clive Staples Lewis, Spiritual Writer, 1963 Thanksgiving (U.S.) One read more
Commemoration of Cecilia, Martyr at Rome, c.230 Commemoration of Clive Staples Lewis, Spiritual Writer, 1963 Thanksgiving (U.S.) One man may be so placed that his anger sheds the blood of thousands, and another so placed that, however angry he gets, he will only be laughed at. But the little mark on the soul may be much the same in both. Each has done something to himself which, unless he repents, will make it harder for him to keep out of the rage the next time he is tempted, and will make the rage worse when he does fall into it. Each of them, if he seriously turns to God, can have that twist in the central man straightened out again: each is, in the long run, doomed if he will not.
It is safe to tell the pure in heart that they shall see God, for only the pure in heart read more
It is safe to tell the pure in heart that they shall see God, for only the pure in heart want to.
Even if I knew that tomorrow the world would go to pieces, I would still plant my apple tree.
Even if I knew that tomorrow the world would go to pieces, I would still plant my apple tree.
No one ever told me that grief felt so like fear.
No one ever told me that grief felt so like fear.
