And I was the Lion you do not remember who pushed the boat in which you lay, a child near death, so that it came to shore where a man sat, wakeful at midnight, to receive you.

If you picture Time as a straight line along which we have to travel, then you must think of God as the whole page on which the line is drawn.

They were really getting quite fond of their strange pet and hoped that Aslan would allow them to keep it. The cleverer ones were quite sure by now that at least some of the noises which came out of his mouth had a meaning. They christened him Brandy because he made that noise so often.

Life with God is not immunity from difficulties, but peace in difficulties.

You cannot go on indefinitely being just an ordinary, decent egg. We must be hatched or go bad.

There seems no plan because it is all plan.

If you are really a product of a materialistic universe, how is it that you don't feel at home there?