If we only have the will to walk, then God is pleased with our stumbles.

For the Present is the point at which time touches eternity.

By gum,' said Digory, 'Don't I just wish I was big enough to punch your head!

I hope no one who reads this book has been quite as miserable as Susan and Lucy were that night; but if you have been - if you've been up all night and cried till you have no more tears left in you - you will know that there comes in the end a sort of quietness. You feel as if nothing is ever going to happen again.

We are told that Christ was killed for us, that His death has washed out our sins, and that by dying He disabled death itself. That is the formula. That is Christianity. That is what has to be believed.

You know what this is, I suppose. Religious melancholia. Stop while there is time. If you dive, you dive into insanity.

Good, as it ripens, becomes continually more different not only from evil but from other good.