Emeth came walking forward into the open strip of grass between the bonfire and the Stable. His eyes were shining, his face was solemn, his hand was on his sword-hilt, and he carried his head high. Jill felt like crying when she looked at his face. And Jewel whispered in the King's ear, "By the Lion's Mane, I almost love this young warrior, Calormene though he be. He is worthy of a better god than Tash.
C. S. LewisMan's conquest of Nature turns out, in the moment of its consummation, to be Nature's conquest of Man.
C. S. LewisWe make men without chests and expect from them virtue and enterprise. We laugh at honor and are shocked to find traitors in our midst.
C. S. Lewis