And this is the marvel of marvels; that he called me Beloved.

Giant Wimbleweather burst into one of those not very intelligent laughs to which the nicer sort of Giants are so liable. He checked himself at once and looked as grace as a turnip by the time Reepicheep discovered where the noise came from.

To make Christianity a private affair while banishing all privacy is to relegate it to the rainbow's end or the Greek Calends.

No great wisdom can be reached without sacrifice.

It is a very funny thing that the sleepier you are, the longer you take about getting to bed.

Heaven offers nothing that a mercenary soul can desire.

Our merriment must be of that kind (and it is, in fact, the merriest kind) which exists between people who have, from the outset, taken each other seriously - no flippancy, no superiority, no presumption. And our charity must be a real and costly love, with deep feeling for the sins in spite of which we love the sinner - no mere tolerance or indulgence which parodies love as flippancy parodies merriment.