You're a mere chick. I remember you when you were a egg. Don't come trying to teach me, sir. Crabs and crumpets!

Is any pleasure on Earth as great as a circle of Christian friends?

[The witch] would have known that when a willing victim who had committed no treachery was killed in a traitor’s stead, the Table would crack and Death itself would start working backwards.

Poetry too is a little incarnation, giving body to what had been before invisible and inaudible.

To be religious is to have one's attention fixed on God and on one's neighbour in relation to God.

This is my password," said the King as he drew his sword. "The light is dawning, the lie broken. Now guard thee, miscreant, for I am Tirian of Narnia.

Man is not the centre. God does not exist for the sake of man. Man does not exist for his own sake.