The Window in the Garden Wall--A C.S. Lewis Blog

While I still watched, I noticed that the whole plain and forest were shaking with a sound which in our world would be too large to hear, bu...

"Look," said Trufflehunter. "Miraz is angry. It is good." They were certainly at it hammer and tongs now: such a flurry ...

On grieving the death of his wife: How far have I got? Just as far, I think, as a widower of another sort who would stop, leaning on his sp...

Christianity tells people to repent and promises them forgiveness. It therefore has nothing (as far as I know) to say to people who do not ...

Lewis writes to Dr. Warfield Firor about grading Scholarship Examinations at the end of the term: ...But there is something about this endle...

The real problem of the Christian life comes where people do not usually look for it. It comes the very moment you wake up each morning. Al...

Love's as warm as tears, Love is tears: Pressure within the brain, Tension at the throat, Deluge, weeks of rain, Haystacks afloat, Featu...

It came over me like a thunderclap about 30 seconds after I had left you in the Lodge this afternoon that I must seem to you to have committ...

Since the Fall no organization or way of life whatever has a natural tendency to go right. In the Middle Ages some people thought that if o...

I do not think any efforts of my own will can end once and for all this craving for limited liabilities, this fatal reservation. Only God c...

In popular thought, however, the origin of the universe has counted (I think) for less than its character - its immense size and its apparen...

The complaint was the answer. To have heard myself making it was to be answered. Lightly men talk of saying what they mean. Often when he...

Since finishing the first volume of Spenser I have been reading again 'The Well at the World's End', and it has completely ravis...

"What is it, Aslan?" said Lucy, her eyes dancing and her feet wanting to dance. "Come, children," said he. "Ride o...

The Bible really seems to clinch the matter when it puts the two things together into one amazing sentence. The first half is, 'Work ou...

We may observe that the teaching of Our Lord Himself, in which there is no imperfection, is not given us in that cut-and-dried, fool-proof, ...

I don't think Tolkien influenced me*, and I am certain that I didn't influence him. That is, didn't influence what he wrote. ...

Dear Joy, As far as I can remember you were non-committal about Childhood's End *: I suppose you were afraid that you might raise my ex...

My dear Nurse Davison* Excuse me. I cannot address you by any other name. Remember you? I should think I do. Do you remember the night W...

About loving one's country, you raise two different questions. About one, about there seeming to be (now) no reason for loving it, I...

Everyone has heard people quarrelling. Sometimes it sounds funny and sometimes it sounds merely unpleasant; but however it sounds, I believ...

Through our lives thy meshes run Deft as spiders' catenation, Crossed and crossed again and spun Finer than the fiend's temptation. ...

I have never been able to understand why the fact of living in the suburbs should be funny or contemptible. Indeed I have been trying on an...

All that night and all next day they glided eastward, and when the third day dawned - with a brightness you or I could not bear even if we h...

When we are praying about the result, say, of a battle or a medical consultation the thought will often cross our minds that (if only we kne...

I am not referring simply to the first few hours, or the first few weeks of the Resurrection. I am talking of this whole huge pattern of de...

In the enjoyment of a great myth we come nearest to experiencing as a concrete what can otherwise be understood only as an abstraction. At ...

Moved by a desire to change the subject, I asked why the Solid People, since they were full of love, did not go down into Hell to rescue the...

Thursday 27 March, 1924 -I went eastward and had almost begun to despair of ever escaping the residential streets beyond Dial Hill when sudd...

If the Moral Law was one of our instincts, we ought to be able to point to some one impulse inside us which was always what we call 'goo...