We regard God as an airman regards his parachute; it's there for emergencies but he hopes he'll never have to use it.

Something of God... flows into us from the blue of the sky, the taste of honey, the delicious embrace of water whether cold or hot, and even from sleep itself.

A little lie is like a little pregnancy it doesn't take long before everyone knows.

Autumn is really the best of the seasons; and I'm not sure that old age isn't the best part of life.

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

He's wild, you know. Not like a tame lion.

Once a king or queen of Narnia, always a king or queen of Narnia.