If you simply try to tell the truth you will, nine times out of ten, be original without ever having noticed it.

The Calormens have dark faces and long beards. They wear flowing robes and orange-colored turbans, and they are a wise, wealthy, courteous, cruel and ancient people. They bowed most politely to Caspian and paid him long compliments all about the fountains of prosperity irrigating the gardens of prudence and virtue --and things like that-- but of course what they wanted was the money they had paid.

You can begin as if nothing had ever gone wrong. White as snow.

Dearest Daughter. I knew you would not be long in coming to me. Joy shall be yours.

The Christians are right: it is Pride which has been the chief cause of misery in every nation and every family since the world began.

All the delights of sense, or heart, or intellect, with which you could once have tempted him, even the delights of virtue itself, now seem to him in comparison but as the half nauseous attractions of a raddled harlot would seem to a man who hears that his true beloved whom he has loved all his life and whom he had believed to be dead is alive and even now at his door.

It was a full moon and, shining on all the snow, it made everything almost as bright as day -- only the shadows were rather confusing.