Critics who treat adult as a term of approval, instead of as a merely descriptive term, cannot be adult themselves.

Do I think well of myself, think myself a nice chap? WEll, I am afraid I sometimes do (and those are, no doubt, my worst moments).

It is a happy moment when our desire crosses with the will of Heavenly Father.

It is very true. But even a traitor may mend. I have known one that did.

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

Here. All of you. And you, doorkeeper. No one is to be let out of the house today. And anyone I catch talking about this young lady will be first beaten to death and then burned alive and after that be kept on bread and water for six weeks. There.

The Eternal Being, who knows everything and who created the whole universe, became not only a man but (before that) a baby, and before that a fetus in a woman's body.