Praise is the mode of love which always has some element of joy in it.

The return from the walk, and the arrival of tea, should be exactly coincident, and not later than a quarter past four.

That fierce imprisonment in the self is but the obverse of the self-giving which is absolute reality.

Bereavement is a universal and integral part of our experience of love.

You people have no imagination!

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

Friendship is born at that moment when one man says to another: "What! You too? I thought that no one but myself . . ."