The human heart is not unchanging (nay, changes almost out of recognition in the twinkling of an eye).

And I was the Lion you do not remember who pushed the boat in which you lay, a child near death, so that it came to shore where a man sat, wakeful at midnight, to receive you.

Well,' said Ransom, 'if it is a delusion, it's a pretty stubborn one.

Art can teach without at all ceasing to be art.

My friendship you shall have, leanred Man," piped Reepicheep. "And any Dwarf--or Giant---in the army who does not give you good language shall have my sword to reckon with.

In God there is no hunger that needs to be filled, only plenteousness that desires to give.

It's like the sound of a chuckle in the darkness. The sense that some shattering and disarming simplicity is the real answer.