Excess of love, did ye say? There was no excess, there was defect. She loved her son too little, not too much. If she had loved him more there'd be no difficulty.

Poetry too is a little incarnation, giving body to what had been before invisible and inaudible.

Faith, in the sense in which I am here using the word, is the art of holding on to things your reason has once accepted, in spite of your changing moods.

I'm on Aslan's side even if there isn't any Aslan to lead it. I'm going to live as like a Narnian as I can even if there isn't any Narnia.

For the Christian, there are, strictly speaking, no chances. A secret Master of the Ceremonies has been at work.

The essence of religion, in my view, is the thirst for an end higher than natural ends.

Total war is the most humane in the long run.