Why should your heart not dance?
Human intellect is incurably abstract.
History is a story written by the finger of God.
Term, holidays, term, holidays, till we leave school, and then work, work, work till we die.
They call him Aslan in That Place," said Eustace. "What a curious name!" "Not half so curious as himself," said Eustace solemnly.
In the midst of a world of light and love, of song and feast and dance, [Lucifer] could find nothing to think of more interesting than his own prestige.