Daughter of Eve from the far land of Spare Oom where eternal summer reigns around the bright city of War Drobe, how would it be if you came and had tea with me?

The very man who has argued you down, will sometimes be found, years later, to have been influenced by what you said

But all night, Aslan and the Moon gazed upon each other with joyful and unblinking eyes.

In coming to understand anything we are rejecting the facts as they are for us in favour of the facts as they are.

...we sacrifice other species to our own not because our own has any objective metaphysical privilege over others, but simply because it is ours. It may be very natural to have this loyalty to our own species, but let us hear no more from the naturalists about the "sentimentality" of anti-vivisectionists. If loyalty to our own species - preference for man simply because we are men - is not sentiment, then what is?

I'd sooner live among people who don't cheat at cards than among people who are earnest about not cheating at cards.

The people who keep asking if they can't lead a decent life without Christ, don't know what life is about; if they did they would know that 'a decent life' is mere machinery compared with the thing we men are really made for.