The man is a humbug — a vulgar, shallow, self-satisfied mind, absolutely inaccessible to the complexities and delicacies of the real world. He has the journalist's air of being a specialist in everything, of taking in all points of view and being always on the side of the angels: he merely annoys a reader who has the least experience of knowing things, of what knowing is like. There is not two pence worth of real thought or real nobility in him. But he isn't dull.

Child,' said the Lion, 'I am telling you your story, not hers. No one is told any story but their own.

Safety and happiness can only come from individuals, classes, and nations being honest and fair and kind to each other.

She remembered, as every sensible person does, that you should never never shut yourself up in a wardrobe.

What seem our worst prayers may really be, in God's eyes, our best. Those, I mean, which are least supported by devotional feeling. For these may come from a deeper level than feeling. God sometimes seems to speak to us most intimately when he catches us, as it were, off our guard.

Christ offers something for nothing: He even offers everything for nothing.

Tea should be taken in solitude.