Gratitude exclaims, very properly, 'How good of God to give me this.'

How difficult it is to avoid having a special standard for oneself.

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.

Meaningless combinations of words do not suddenly acquire meaning simply because we prefix to them the two other words ' God can'.

We are...a Divine work of art, something that God is making...something with which He will not be satisfied until it has a certain character.

Humility is not thinking less of yourself, it's thinking of yourself less.

but who can feel ugly, when their heart feels joy