We have a strange illusion that mere time cancels sin. I have heard others, and I have heard myself, recounting cruelties and falsehoods committed in boyhood as if they were no concern of the present speaker's, and even with laughter. But mere time does nothing either to the fact or to the guilt of a sin. The guilt is washed out not by time but by repentance and the blood of Christ: if we have repented these early sins we should remember the price of our forgiveness and be humble.

To excuse what can really produce good excuses is not Christian charity; it is only fairness. To be a Christian means to forgive the inexcusable in you.

Do not by any means destroy yourself, for if you live you may yet have good fortune, but all the dead are dead like.

Pooh! Grown-ups are always thinking of uninteresting explanations.

I sometimes wonder whether all pleasures are not substitutes for joy.

There was a boy called Eustace Clarence Scrubb, and he almost deserved it.

We must show our Christian colors, if we are to be true to Jesus Christ. We cannot remain silent or concede everything away.