The worst of sleeping out of doors is that you wake up so dreadfully early. And when you wake up you have to get up because the ground is so hard you are uncomfortable. And it makes matters worse if there is nothing but apples for breakfast and you have had nothing but apples for supper the night before.

There ought to be things we should like to do and cannot do because our charitable expenditures excludes them.

The great thing is to be found at one's post as a child of God, living each day as though it were our last, but planning as though the world might last a hundred years.

I wonder do the gods know what it feels like to be a man.

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

If crime and disease are to be regarded as the same thing, it follows that any state of mind which our masters choose to call 'disease' can be treated as a crime and compulsorily cured.

I need Christ, not something that resembles Him.