C. S. Lewis Quotes
Then he tried to recall the lessons of Mr. Wisdom. 'it is I myself, eternal Spirit, who drives this Me, the slave, along that ledge. I ought not to care whether he falls and breaks his neck or not. It is not he that is real, it is I – I – I.
C. S. Lewis
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Then he tried to recall the lessons of Mr. Wisdom. 'it is I myself, eternal Spirit, who drives this Me, the slave, along that ledge. I ought not to care whether he falls and breaks his neck or not. It is not he that is real, it is I – I – I.
C. S. Lewis