Reasoning Is Never, Like Poetry, Judged From

I Prefer Being Honest To Being 'honest To God.'

Puddleglum's My Name. But It Doesn't Matter If You Forget It. I Can Always Tell You Again.

Christ Wants Us To Have A Child's Heart But A Grown-up's Head.

Pain Insists Upon Being Attended To. God Whispers To Us In Our Pleasures, Speaks In Our Consciences, But Shouts In Our Pains. It Is His Megaphone To Rouse A Deaf World.

The Ancient Man Approached God (or Even The Gods)as The Accused Person Approaches His Judge. For The Modern Man The Roles Are Reversed. He Is The Judge: God Is In The Dock. He Is Quite A Kindly Judge: If God Should Have A Reasonable Defense For Being The God Who Permits War, Poverty, And Disease, He Is Ready To Listen To It. The Trial May Even End In God's Acquittal. But The Important Thing Is That Man Is On The Bench And God Is In The Dock.