I thought I could describe a state; make a map of sorrow. Sorrow, however, turns out to be not a state, but a process. It needs not a map, but a history, and if I don't stop writing that history at some quite arbitrary point, there's no reason why I should ever stop.

I believe in Christianity as I believe that the sun has risen: not only because I see it, but because by it I see everything else.

If there's anyone who can appear before Aslan without their knees knocking, they're either braver than most, or else just silly.

Relying on God has to begin all over again every day as if nothing had yet been done.

Love is unselfishly choosing for another's highest good.

No natural feelings are high or low, holy or unholy, in themselves. They are all holy when God's hand is on the rein. They all go bad when they set up on their own and make themselves into false gods.

The mark of Friendship is not that help will be given when the pinch comes (of course it will) but that, having been given, it makes no difference at all.