I know the two great commandments, and I'd better get on with them.

Giant Wimbleweather burst into one of those not very intelligent laughs to which the nicer sort of Giants are so liable. He checked himself at once and looked as grace as a turnip by the time Reepicheep discovered where the noise came from.

At the end of all things, the blessed will say, 'We never lived anywhere but in heaven.'

There was a boy called Eustace Clarence Scrubb, and he almost deserved it.

That world is ended, as if it had never been. Let the race of Adam and Eve take warning.

Mere change is not growth. Growth is the synthesis of change and continuity, and where there is no continuity there is no growth.

A man's physical hunger does not prove that man will get any bread; he may die of starvation on a raft in the Atlantic. But surely a man's hunger does prove that he comes of a race which repairs its body by eating and inhabits a world where eatable substances exist. In the same way, though I do not believe (I wish I did) that my desire for Paradise proves that I shall enjoy it, I think it a pretty good indication that such a thing exists and that some men will.