When golden moments come, when God enables one really to pray without words, who but a fool would reject the gift?

This was bad grammar of course, but that is how beavers talk when they are excited; I mean, in Narnia--in our world they usually don't talk at all. - The Lion, The Witch, and the Wardrobe

Mercy detached from justice grows unmerciful.

God, who foresaw your tribulation, has specially armed you to go through it, not without pain but without stain.

That is what mortals misunderstand. They say of some temporal sufferring, "No future bliss can make up for it" not knowing that Heaven, once attained, will work backwards and turn even that agony into a glory.

Father! Can I box him? Please!

Did I hate him, then? Indeed, I believe so. A love like that can grow to be nine-tenths hatred and still call itself love.