All these toys were never intended to possess my heart. My true good is in another world, and my only real treasure is Christ.

We do not truly see light, we only see slower things lit by it, so that for us light is on the edge-the last thing we know before things become too swift for us.

Now God, who has made us, knows what we are and that our happiness lies in Him.

But all night, Aslan and the Moon gazed upon each other with joyful and unblinking eyes.

Delight is incomplete until it is expressed.

I read in a periodical the other day that the fundamental thing is how we think of God. By God Himself, it is not! How God thinks of us is not only more important, but infinitely more important.

Laziness means more work in the long run.