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
We have not, in fact, proved that science excludes miracles: we have only proved that the question of miracles, like innumerable other questions, excludes laboratory treatment.
In the science, Evolution is a theory about changes; in the myth it is a fact about improvements.
The heart of Christianity is a myth which is also a fact.
If you make the same guess often enough it ceases to be a guess and becomes a Scientific Fact. This is the inductive method.
Our temptation is to look eagerly for the minimum that will be accepted. We are in fact very like honest but reluctant taxpayers.
God is basic Fact. He must not be thought of as a featureless generality. He is the most concrete thing there is.
In coming to understand anything we are rejecting the facts as they are for us in favour of the facts as they are.
Morality, like numinous awe, is a jump; in it, man goes beyond anything that can be 'given' in the facts of experience.
When we are such as He can love without impediment, we shall in fact be happy.
One of the most cowardly things ordinary people do is to shut their eyes to facts.
Miracles do not, in fact, break the laws of nature.
Those who cannot conceive of Friendship as a substantive love but only as a disguise or elaboration of Eros betray the fact that they have never had a Friend.
When we want to be something other than the thing God wants us to be, we must be wanting what, in fact, will not make us happy.
We have a strange illusion that mere time cancels sin. But mere time does nothing either to the fact or to the guilt of a sin.