One road leads home and a thousand roads lead into the wilderness.

It is very true. But even a traitor may mend. I have known one that did.

Don't think of God in terms of forms, because forms are limited and God is unlimited.

Now is our chance to choose the right side. God is holding back to give us that chance. It won't last forever. We must take it or leave it.

You've no idea how good an old joke sounds when you take it out again after a rest of five or six hundred years.

Every uncorrected error and unrepented sin is, in its own right, a fountain of fresh error and fresh sin flowing on to the end of time.

Though it was bright sunshine everyone felt suddenly cold. The only two people present who seemed to be quite at their ease were Aslan and the Witch herself. It was the oddest thing to see those two faces - the golden face and the dead-white face so close together. Not that the Witch looked Aslan exactly in his eyes; Mrs Beaver particularly noticed this.