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.
Feelings, and feelings, and feelings. Let me try thinking instead.
If we did not bring to the examinations of our instincts a knowledge of their comparative dignity we could never learn it from them.
The cross comes before the crown and tomorrow is a Monday morning!
You find out the strength of a wind by trying to walk against it, not by lying down.
You are guilty of no evil, Ransom of Thulcandra, except a little fearfulness. For that, the journey you go on is your pain, and perhaps your cure: for you must be either mad or brave before it is ended.