Our passions are not too strong, they are too weak. We are far too easily pleased.
If there's anyone who can appear before Aslan without their knees knocking, they're either braver than most, or else just silly.
I have read the Aeneid through more often than I have read any long poem.
This moment contains all moments.
Every uncorrected error and unrepented sin is, in its own right, a fountain of fresh error and fresh sin flowing on to the end of time.
People shouldn't call for demons unless they really mean what they say.