A pleasure is full grown only when it is remembered. You are speaking, Hmán, as if pleasure were one thing and the memory another. It is all one thing.

The man is a humbug — a vulgar, shallow, self-satisfied mind, absolutely inaccessible to the complexities and delicacies of the real world. He has the journalist's air of being a specialist in everything, of taking in all points of view and being always on the side of the angels: he merely annoys a reader who has the least experience of knowing things, of what knowing is like. There is not two pence worth of real thought or real nobility in him. But he isn't dull.

The heart never takes the place of the head: but it can, and should, obey it.

What do they teach them at these schools?

It is often little things that are hardest to stand.

Only He who really lived a human life (and I presume that only one did) can fully taste the horror of death.

I object to that remark very strongly! - The Magician's Nephew