Good and evil both increase at compound interest.

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

We are half-hearted creatures, fooling about with drink and sex and ambition when infinite joy is offered us.

Most of us, I suppose, have a secret country but for most of us it is only an imaginary country. Edmund and Lucy were luckier than other people in that respect.

A glimpse is not a vision. But to a man on a mountain road by night, a glimpse of the next three feet of road may matter more than a vision of the horizon.

What flows into you from myth is not truth but reality (truth is always about something, but reality is that about which truth is), and therefore, every myth becomes the father of innumerable truths on the abstract level.

He liked books if they were books of information and had pictures of grain elevators or of fat foreign children doing exercises in model schools.