I was the lion who forced you to join with Aravis. I was the cat who comforted you among the houses of the dead. I was the lion who drove the jackals from you while you slept. I was the lion who gave the horses the new strength of fear for the last mill so that you should reach King Lune in time. And I was the lion you do not remember who pushed the boat in which you lay, a child near death, so that it came to shore where a man sat, wakeful at midnight, to receive you.

He (God) loved us not because we are lovable, but because He is love.

There ought to be things we should like to do and cannot do because our charitable expenditures excludes them.

No more I do, your Majesty. But what's that got to do with it? I might as well die on a wild goose chase as die here.

The lost enjoy forever the horrible freedom they have demanded.

There is nothing like suspense and anxiety for barricading a human's mind against the Enemy. He wants men to be concerned with what they do; our business is to keep them thinking about what will happen to them.

A world of automata – of creatures that worked like machines – would hardly be worth creating.