Next to the Blessed Sacrament itself, your neighbor is the holiest object presented to your senses.

You cannot go on indefinitely being just an ordinary, decent egg. We must be hatched or go bad.

Knock and it shall be opened.' But does knocking mean hammering and kicking the door like a maniac?

Come, live with me and you'll know me.

“Who are you?” One who has waited long for you to speak.

It isn't Narnia, you know," sobbed Lucy. "It's you. We shan't meet you there. And how can we live, never meeting you?" "But you shall meet me, dear one," said Aslan. "Are -are you there too, Sir?" said Edmund. "I am," said Aslan. "But there I have another name. You must learn to know me by that name. This was the very reason why you were brought to Narnia, that by knowing me here for a little, you may know me better there.

All their life in this world and all their adventures had only been the cover and the title page: now at last they were beginning Chapter One of the Great Story which no one on earth has read: which goes on for ever: in which every chapter is better than the one before.