He died not for men, but for each man. If each man had been the only man made, He would have done no less.

How monotonously alike all the great tyrants and conquerors have been: how gloriously different are the saints.

A voice had begun to sing. It was very far away and Digory found it hard to decide from what direction it was coming. Sometimes it seemed to come from all directions at once. Sometimes he almost thought it was coming out of the earth beneath them. Its lower notes were deep enough to be the voice of the earth herself. There were no words. It was hardly a tune. But it was beyond comparison, the most beautiful sound he had ever heard.

The next moment is as much beyond our grasp, and as much in God's care, as that a hundred years away. Care for the next minute is as foolish as care for a day in the next thousand years. In neither can we do anything, in both God is doing everything.

There is a kind of happiness and wonder that makes you serious. It is too good to waste on jokes.

Things never happen the same way twice.

The typical expression of opening Friendship would be something like, 'What? You too? I thought I was the only one!