Charles Williams

"She was dead, but her very death heightened that word "supernatural"; it was what she, not being, was."

"An hour's conversation on literature between two ardent minds with a common devotion to a neglected poet is a miraculous road to intimacy."

"Christianity and life ought to be one."

"He said: "If I thought more of myself?"

"If one is anxious to write about God, one ought to be anxious to write well."

"The telephone bell was ringing wildly, but without result, since there was no-one in the room but the corpse."

"There were no Calvinists or Dominics or Augustines. The man who was most like those great ones was a Dane, a contemporary of Hans Andersen, but though Hans Andersen achieved world-wide repute at once,…"

"Deep, deeper than we believe, lie the roots of sin; it is in the good that they exist; it is in the good that they thrive and send up sap and produce the black fruit of hell."