Periods' are largely an invention of the historians. The poets themselves are not conscious of living in any period and refuse to conform to the scheme.

Those who would like the God of scripture to be more purely ethical, do not know what they ask.

A clever arrangement of bad eggs will never make a good omelet.

Praise is the mode of love which always has some element of joy in it.

If ever they remembered their life in this world it was as one remembers a dream.

You have a traitor there, Aslan," said the Witch. Of course everyone present knew that she meant Edmund. But Edmund had got past thinking about himself after all he'd been through and after the talk he'd had that morning. He just went on looking at Aslan. It didn't seem to matter what the Witch said.

God sometimes seems to speak to us most intimately when he catches us, as it were, off our guard.