For they (art and music) are not the thing itself; they are only the scent of a flower we have not found, the echo of a tune we have not heard, news from a country we have never yet visited.

An Ulster Scot may come to disbelieve in God, but not to wear his weekday clothes on the Sabbath.

For in Calormen, story-telling (whether the stories are true or made up) is a thing you're taught, just as English boys and girls are taught essay-writing. The difference is that people want to hear the stories, whereas I never heard of anyone who wanted to read the essays.

But length of days with an evil heart is only length of misery and already she begins to know it. All get what they want; they do not always like it.

The real job of every moral teacher is to keep bringing us back to the simple principles, which we're so anxious not to see.

My idea of God is not a divine idea. It has to be shattered time after time. He shatters it Himself.

Good and evil both increase at compound interest.