What can be better than to get out a book on Saturday afternoon and thrust all mundane considerations away till next week.

Will the others see you too?" asked Lucy. "Certainly not at first," said Aslan. "Later on, it depends." "But they won’t believe me!" said Lucy. "It doesn’t matter.

The more lucidly we think, the more we are cut off: the more deeply we enter into reality, the less we can think.

The sun looks down on nothing half so good as a household laughing together over a meal.

this is a book about something

We delight to praise what we enjoy because the praise not merely expresses but completes the enjoyment; it is its appointed consummation. It is not out of compliment that lovers keep on telling one another how beautiful they are; the delight is incomplete till it is expressed.

The prayer preceding all prayers is 'May it be the real I who speaks. May it be the real Thou that I speak to.'