Onward and Upward! To Narnia and the North!

A voice had begun to sing. It was very far away and Digory found it hard to decide from what direction it was coming. Sometimes it seemed to come from all directions at once. Sometimes he almost thought it was coming out of the earth beneath them. Its lower notes were deep enough to be the voice of the earth herself. There were no words. It was hardly a tune. But it was beyond comparison, the most beautiful sound he had ever heard.

You have not chosen one another, but I have chosen you for one another.

When we force a boy to be a mediocrity in a dozen subjects we destroy his standards, perhaps for life.

The mouse is a fair treat but this one would talk the hind legs off a donkey.

'Useful,' and 'necessity' was always 'the tyrant's plea'.

You must make your choice: either this man was, and is, the Son of God, or else a madman or something worse. You can shut him up for a fool, you can spit at him and kill him as a demon; or you can fall at his feet and call him Lord and God. But let us not come with any patronizing nonsense about his being a great human teacher. He has not left that open to us. He did not intend to.