We feasted on love; every mode of it, solemn and merry, romantic and realistic, sometimes as dramatic as a thunderstorm, sometimes comfortable and unemphatic as putting on your soft slippers. She was my pupil and my teacher, my subject and my sovereign, my trusty comrade, friends, shipmate, fellow-soldier. My mistress, but at the same time all that any man friend has ever been to me.

Everywhere, except in theology, there has been a vigorous growth of skepticism about skepticism itself.

Enough had been thought, and said, and felt, and imagined. It was about time that something should be done.

One road leads home and a thousand roads lead into the wilderness.

By gum,' said Digory, 'Don't I just wish I was big enough to punch your head!

Now Eros makes a man really want, not a woman, but one particular woman. In some mysterious but quite indisputable fashion the lover desires the Beloved herself, not the pleasure she can give.

It would seem that Our Lord finds our desires not too strong, but too weak.