Each day we are becoming a creature of splendid glory or one of unthinkable horror.

Every contact you make with everyone you meet will help them or hinder them on their journey to heaven.

There ought to be things we should like to do and cannot do because our charitable expenditures excludes them.

To the Ancients, Friendship seemed the happiest and most fully human of all loves... The modern world in comparison, ignores it.

But all night, Aslan and the Moon gazed upon each other with joyful and unblinking eyes.

We are told that Christ was killed for us, that His death has washed out our sins, and that by dying He disabled death itself. That is the formula. That is Christianity. That is what has to be believed.

Whatever men expect, they soon come to think they have a right to; the sense of disappointment can, with very little skill on our part, be turned into a sense of injury. (senior devil speaking)