A thing may be morally neutral and yet the desire for that thing may be dangerous.

You don't have a soul. You are a Soul. You have a body.

Lucy went first, biting her lip and trying not to say all the things she thought of saying to Susan. But she forgot them when she fixed her eyes on Aslan.

The moment good taste knows itself, some of its goodness is lost.

For the Present is the point at which time touches eternity.

She stepped out from among their shifting confusion of lovely lights and shadows. A circle of grass, smooth as a lawn, met her eyes, with dark trees dancing all around it. And then --Oh Joy! For he was there: the huge Lion, shining white in the moonlight, with his huge black shadow underneath him.

We are born helpless. As soon as we are fully conscious we discover loneliness.