We all appear as dunces when feigning an interest in things we care nothing about.

We make men without chests and expect from them virtue and enterprise. We laugh at honor and are shocked to find traitors in our midst.

Regarding the debate about faith and works: It's like asking which blade in a pair of scissors is most important.

'Being in love' first moved them to promise fidelity: this quieter love enables them to keep the promise.

That is what mortals misunderstand. They say of some temporal sufferring, "No future bliss can make up for it" not knowing that Heaven, once attained, will work backwards and turn even that agony into a glory.

My friendship you shall have, leanred Man," piped Reepicheep. "And any Dwarf--or Giant---in the army who does not give you good language shall have my sword to reckon with.

You cannot love a fellow creature fully till you love God.