| C.S. Lewis |
Indeed the safest road to Hell is the gradual one--the gentle slope,
soft underfoot,
without sudden turnings,
without milestones,
without signposts,
our affectionate uncle,
Screwtape.
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Pilate was merciful till it became risky.
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Suspicion often creates what it suspects.
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It is funny how mortals always picture us as putting things into their minds: in reality our best work is done by keeping things out.
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