One’s homesickness for Heaven finds at least an inn there; and it’s an inn on the right road.

I am much interested and honoured by what you tell me of C. S. Lewis.

And I used to assemble the family to hear because I thought that they were so good that even from the point of view of enjoyment people shouldn’t miss them, and I got every word of his that I could, and I could see by hard argument there was only the one way for it.

One’s homesickness for Heaven finds at least an inn there; and it’s an inn on the right road.

I had to be intellectually satisfied as well as emotionally because at that time of life one doesn’t just fall into it in adolescent emotion, and I was satisfied at every point that it was the one way and the hard way to do things.

I would do any honest thing under the sun to know C. S. Lewis, and so am very grateful to you.

It seems to me that in our lifetime we have passed from the wreck of liberal humanism to the beginning of a new recognition of dogma: isn’t it rather tremendous?

There were air raids at night. The factory was dark and dirty. And I remember thinking – well – I must find somebody or something because like this I cannot go on.

Are you really going to see Lewis? One of the few people it’s worth getting excited over, I think. I know he is a good poet. I daresay he never heard of me, but I wish you would tell him that his work is the joy of my life.