I hope no one who reads this book has been quite as miserable as Susan and Lucy were that night; but if you have been - if you've been up all night and cried till you have no more tears left in you - you will know that there comes in the end a sort of quietness. You feel as if nothing is ever going to happen again.

The purpose of all opprobrious language is, not to describe, but to hurt - even when, like Hamlet, we make only the shadow-passes of a soliloquised combat. We call the enemy not what we think he is but what we think he would least like to be called.

In silence and in meditation on the eternal truths, I hear the voice of God which excites our hearts to greater love.

Faith in Christ is the only thing to save you from despair.

When you are behaving as if you loved someone, you will presently come to love them.

We are not merely imperfect creatures who must be improved; we are rebels who must lay down our arms.

And so for a time it looked as if all the adventures were coming to and end; but that was not to be.