The Space Trilogy: Out of the Silent Planet, Perelandra, That Hideous Strength

by C.S. Lewis

Moreover, he knew nothing yet well enough to see it: you cannot see things till you know roughly what they are.

There is nothing now between us and Him.

We worship Him because He is wise and good.

Where can you taste the joy of obeying unless He bids you do something for which His bidding is the only reason?

Whatever you do, He will make good of it. But not the good He had prepared for you if you had obeyed Him. That is lost for ever.

Inner silence is for our race a difficult achievement. There is a chattering part of the mind which continues, until it is corrected, to chatter on even in the holiest places.

“All things are by Him and for Him. He utters Himself also for His own delight and sees that He is good. He is His own begotten and what proceeds from Him is Himself. Blessed be He!”

“They would say,” he answered, “that you do not fail in obedience through lack of love, but have lost love because you never attempted obedience.”

Yes, we must all be guarded by equal rights from one another’s greed, because we are fallen. Just as we must all wear clothes for the same reason. But the naked body should be there underneath the clothes, ripening for the day when we shall need them no longer. Equality is not the deepest thing, you know.”