We poison the wine as He decants it into us; murder a melody He would play with us as the instrument...Hence all sin, whatever else it is, is sacrilege.

Actually it seems to me that one can hardly say anything either bad enough or good enough about life.

How little people know who think that holiness is dull... When one meets the real thing, it's irresistible!

Children have one kind of silliness, as you know, and grown-ups have another kind.

Ah, you've come over the water. Powerful wet stuff, ain't it?

If you never take risks, you'll never accomplish great things. Everybody dies, but not everyone has lived.

When I'm older I'll understand" said Lucy, " I am older and I don't think I want to understand", replied Edmund