To the Ancients, Friendship seemed the happiest and most fully human of all loves... The modern world in comparison, ignores it.

As Venus within Eros does not really aim at pleasure, so Eros does not aim at happiness. We may think he does, but when he is brought to the test it proves otherwise... For it is the very mark of Eros that when he is in us we had rather share unhappiness with the Beloved than be happy on any other terms.

Wrong will be right, when Aslan comes in sight, At the sound of his roar, sorrows will be no more, When he bares his teeth, winter meets its death, And when he shakes his mane, we shall have spring again.

We are...a Divine work of art, something that God is making...something with which He will not be satisfied until it has a certain character.

A cold, self-righteous prig who goes regularly to church may be far nearer to Hell than a prostitute.

The heart never takes the place of the head: but it can, and should, obey it.

The grave and the image are equally links with the irrecoverable and symbols for the unimaginable.