For me, reason is the natural organ of truth; but imagination is the organ of meaning. Imagination, producing new metaphors or revivifying old, is not the cause of truth, but its condition.

Though under earth, and throneless now I be Yet while I lived all earth was under me.

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

Well, sir, if things are real, they’re there all the time." "Are they?" said the Professor; and Peter did not quite know what to say.

Crying is all right in its way while it lasts. But you have to stop sooner or later, and then you still have to decide what to do.

But no one except Lucy knew that as it circled the mast it had whispered to her, "Courage, dear heart," and the voice, she felt sure, was Aslan's, and with the voice a delicious smell breathed in her face.

In justifying cruelty to animals we put ourselves also on the animal level. We choose the jungle and must abide by our choice.