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
Actually it seems to me that one can hardly say anything either bad enough or good enough about life.
If you make the same guess often enough it ceases to be a guess and becomes a Scientific Fact. This is the inductive method.
We have had enough, once and for all, of Hedonism--the gloomy philosophy which says that Pleasure is the only good.
Enough had been thought, and said, and felt, and imagined. It was about time that something should be done.
My own eyes are not enough for me; I will see through those of others.
I never see why we should do anything unless it is either a duty or a pleasure! Life's short enough without filling up hours unnecessarily
In our own case we accept excuses too easily; in other people's, we do not accept them easily enough.
God gives His gifts where He finds the vessel empty enough to receive them.
By gum,' said Digory, 'Don't I just wish I was big enough to punch your head!
I sometimes wonder if all pleasures are not substitutes for joy.
Reality, in fact, is usually something you could not have guessed. That is one of the reasons I believe Christianity. It is a religion you could not have guessed. If it offered us just the kind of universe we had always expected, I should feel we were making it up. But, in fact, it is not the sort of thing anyone would have made up. It has just that queer twist about it that real things have. So let us leave behind all these boys' philosophies--these over simple answers. The problem is not simple and the answer is not going to be simple either.
You can't really study people; you can only get to know them.
All the time the joke is that the word "mine" in its fully possessive sense cannot be uttered by a human being about anything. In the long run either [Satan] or God will say "mine" of each thing that exists, and specially of each man.
The real Oxford is a close corporation of jolly, untidy, lazy, good-for-nothing humorous old men, who have been electing their own successors ever since the world began and who intend to go on with it. They'll squeeze under the Revolution or leap over it when the time comes, don't you worry.