Imagination pointed toward truth but could not disclose it directly.

Christian myth, reveals the truth that "the Christian was (and is) still like his forefathers a mortal hemmed into a hostile world.

Religion in art was a subtle business, best handled indirectly.

A translator must, of course, be an interpreter of cultures.

Poetry of World War I, at least in its lyrical mode, was itself the last flowering of the Age of Innocence that preceded the war, that the horrors of the trenches sparked the final blossoming, as friction gives rise to fire; that the daily nightmare unfolding before the soldiers sharpened their sense of beauty, prophecy, and mission.

It's not easy being a missionary, even with the key to the cosmos in your hand.

He had found his vocation: to fight the Lord's battles in the Academy and the world at large.

After reading binge prompted by convalescence, "As if to balance the ledger, letters poured out at an equally prodigious pace.

He called himself Jack, a plain handshake of a name, a far cry from the Clive Staples he had been christened, and to be Jack was the hard work of a lifetime.