The whole journey was odd and dream-like -- the roaring stream, the wet grey grass, the glimmering cliffs which they were approaching, and always the glorious, silently pacing beast ahead.
C. S. LewisOur Father refreshes us on the journey with some pleasant inns, but will not encourage us to mistake them for home.
C. S. LewisNothing is more characteristically juvenile than contempt for juvenility. . . youth's characteristic chronological snobbery.
C. S. Lewis