"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." - C. S. Lewis

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"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."

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About C. S. Lewis

Clive Staples Lewis (29 November 1898 – 22 November 1963) was an Irish author, scholar of medieval literature, and Christian apologist. He is best known for his essays on Christianity and for the children's fantasy series The Chronicles of Narnia.

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Pen Names: N. W. Clerk Clive Hamilton
Birth Name: Clive Staples Lewis
Alternative Names: CS Lewis C.S. Lewis Clive Lewis Nat Whilk

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When He died in the Wounded World He died not for men, but for each man. If each man had been the only man made, He would have done no less. Each thing, from the single grain of Dust to the strongest eldil, is the end and the final cause of all creation and the mirror in which the beam of His brightness comes to rest and so returns to Him. Blessed be He!

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