I never fully understood it till my friend Professor Tolkien asked me the very simple question, 'What class of men would you expect to be most preoccupied with, and hostile to, the idea of escape?' and gave the obvious answer: jailers.

There must, whether the gods see it or not, be something great in the mortal soul. For suffering, it seems, is infinite, and our capacity without limit.

Failures are finger posts on the road to achievement.

Am I to understand,' said Reepicheep to Lucy after a long stare at Eustace, 'That this singularly discourteous person is under your Majesty's protection? Because, if not--

True friends... face in the same direction, toward common projects, interests, goals.

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.

If you simply try to tell the truth you will, nine times out of ten, be original without ever having noticed it.