You cannot go on indefinitely being just an ordinary, decent egg. We must be hatched or go bad.

No people find each other more absurd than lovers

You never know what you can do until you try, and very few try unless they have to.

The Son of God became a man to enable men to become sons of God." ~ Mere Christianity, By C. S. Lewis

Suppose... suppose we have only dreamed and made up these things like sun, sky, stars, and moon, and Aslan himself. In that case, it seems to me that the made-up things are a good deal better than the real ones. And if this black pits of a kingdom is the best you can make, then it's a poor world. And we four can make a dream world to lick your real one hollow.

A man can't be always defending the truth; there must be a time to feed on it.

She looked at a silver birch: it would have a soft, showery voice and would look like a slender girl, with hair blown all about her face and fond of dancing. She looked at the oak: he would be a wizened, but hearty, old man with a frizzled beard and warts on his fact and hands, with hair growing out of the warts. She looked at the beech under which she was standing. Ah! --she would be the best of all. She would be a gracious goddess, smooth and stately, the Lady of the Wood.