There are no ordinary people. You have never talked to a mere mortal.

We are half-hearted creatures, fooling about with drink and sex and ambition when infinite joy is offered us.

This is one of the miracles of love: It gives a power of seeing through its own enchantments and yet not being disenchanted.

I have seen landscapes . . . which, under a particular light, make me feel that at any moment a giant might raise his head over the next ridge.

But as for Lucy, she was always gay and golden-haired, and all princes in those parts desired her to be their Queen, and her own people called her Queen Lucy the Valiant.

Regarding the debate about faith and works: It's like asking which blade in a pair of scissors is most important.

An almost perfect relationship with his father was the earthly root of all his wisdom. From his own father, he said, he first learned that Fatherhood must be at the core of the universe. [speaking of George MacDonald]