C. S. Lewis
C. S. Lewis
Clive Staples Lewiswas a British novelist, poet, academic, medievalist, literary critic, essayist, lay theologian, broadcaster, lecturer, and Christian apologist. He held academic positions at both Oxford University, 1925–54, and Cambridge University, 1954–63. He is best known for his fictional work, especially The Screwtape Letters, The Chronicles of Narnia, and The Space Trilogy, and for his non-fiction Christian apologetics, such as Mere Christianity, Miracles, and The Problem of Pain...
NationalityIrish
ProfessionAuthor
Date of Birth29 November 1898
CountryIreland
To play well the scenes in which we are 'on' concerns us much more than to guess about the scenes that follow it.
The idea which...shuts out the Second Coming from our minds, the idea of the world slowly ripening to perfection, is a myth, not a generalization from experience.
Some people probably think of the Resurrection as a desperate last moment expedient to save the Hero from a situation which had got out of the Author's control.
Only He who really lived a human life (and I presume that only one did) can fully taste the horror of death.
Though we cannot experience our life as an endless present, we are eternal in God's eyes; that is, in our deepest reality.
The difference [God's] timelessness makes is that this now (which slips away from you even as you say the word now) is for Him infinite.
Poetry too is a little incarnation, giving body to what had been before invisible and inaudible.
We have had enough, once and for all, of Hedonism--the gloomy philosophy which says that Pleasure is the only good.
The true enjoyments must be spontaneous and compulsive and look to no remoter end.
There are no variations except for those who know a norm, and no subtleties for those who have not grasped the obvious.
You cannot study Pleasure in the moment of the nuptial embrace, nor repentance while repenting, nor analyze the nature of humour while roaring with laughter.
The more lucidly we think, the more we are cut off: the more deeply we enter into reality, the less we can think.
Human intellect is incurably abstract.
Truth and falsehood are opposed; but truth is the norm not of truth only but of falsehood also.