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

Christian love, either towards God or towards man, is an affair of the will.

A moderately bad man knows he is not very good: a thoroughly bad man thinks he is alright. This is common sense really. You understand sleep when you are awake, not well you are sleeping.

Next to the Blessed Sacrament itself, your neighbor is the holiest object presented to your senses.

We're free Narnians, Hwin and I, and I suppose, if you're running away to Narnia you want to be one too. In that case Hwin isn't your horse any longer. One might just as well say you're her human.

It is by human avarice or human stupidity, not by the churlishness of nature, that we have poverty and overwork.

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.