Grief is like a long valley, a winding valley where any bend may reveal a totally new landscape.

Something deep in the human heart breaks at the thought of a life of mediocrity.

Golly,' said Edmund under his breath, 'He's a retired star.

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.

Since I am I, I must make an act of self-surrender, however small or however easy, in living to God rather than to my self.

If people knew how much ill-feeling unselfishness occasions, it would not be so often recommended from the pulpit.

Whatever men expect, they soon come to think they have a right to; the sense of disappointment can, with very little skill on our part, be turned into a sense of injury. (senior devil speaking)