Once in our world, a Stable had something in it that was bigger than our whole world.

In the midst of a world of light and love, of song and feast and dance, [Lucifer] could find nothing to think of more interesting than his own prestige.

That is the key to history. Terrific energy is expended - civilizations are built up - excellent institutions devised; but each time something goes wrong. Some fatal flaw always brings the selfish and cruel people to the top, and then it all slides back into misery and ruin. In fact, the machine conks. It seems to start up all right and runs a few yards, and then it breaks down.

To interest is the first duty of art; no other excellences will ever begin to compensate for failure in this.

There was a boy called Eustace Clarence Scrubb, and he almost deserved it.

The cross comes before the crown and tomorrow is a Monday morning!

The road to the promised land runs past Sinai.