I know things in the inner world which are like babies; the infantile beginnings of small indulgences, small resentments, which may one day become dipsomania or settled hatred, but which woo us and wheedle us with special pleadings and seem so tiny, so helpless that in resisting them we feel we are being cruel to animals. They begin whimpering to us “I don’t ask much, but,” or “I had at least hoped,” or “you owe yourself some consideration.” Against all such pretty infants (the dears have such winning ways) the advice of the Psalm [137] is the best. Knock the little bastards’ brains out. And “blessed” is he who can, for it’s easier said than done.

C.S. Lewis, Reflections on the Psalms

as quoted in Dictionary of the Old Testament: Wisdom, Psalms, and Writings, eds. Longman and Enns.

There is a road from the eye to the heart that does not go through the intellect.

- G.K. Chesterton