God whispers in our pleasures, but shouts in our pain.

A noble hunger, long unsatisfied, met at last its proper food.

if anyone present wishes to make me the subject of his wit, I am very much at his service--with my sword--whenever he has leisure.

The terrible thing, the almost impossible thing, is the hand over your whole self--all your wishes and precautions--to Christ.

To the glistening Eastern sea, I give you Queen Lucy, the Valiant. To the great Western Wood, King Edmund the Just. To the radiant Southern sun, Queen Susan, the Gentle; and to the clear Northern sky I give you King Peter, the Magnificent. Once a king or queen of Narnia, always a king or queen. May your wisdom grace us 'til the stars rain down from the heavens.

All the time the joke is that the word "mine" in its fully possessive sense cannot be uttered by a human being about anything. In the long run either [Satan] or God will say "mine" of each thing that exists, and specially of each man.

Christ wants us to have a child's heart but a grown-up's head.