If you live for the next world, you get this one in the deal; but if you live only for this world, you lose them both.

But the most obvious fact about praise — whether of God or anything — strangely escaped me. I thought of it in terms of compliment, approval, or the giving of honor. I had never noticed that all enjoyment spontaneously overflows into praise unless (sometimes even if) shyness or the fear of boring others is deliberately brought in to check it.

You'll never make a good impression on other people until you stop thinking what sort of impression you make.

Give up yourself, and you will find your real self. Lose your life and you will save it.

No man can be an exile if he remembers that all the world is one city.

Grief. The pain now is part of the happiness then. That's the deal.

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.