All day I have been tossed and whirled in a preposterous happiness; was it an elf in the blood? Or a bird in the brain? Or even part of the cloudily crested, fifty-league-long, loud, uplifted wave of a journeying angels transit over and through my heart?
C. S. LewisWe make men without chests and expect from them virtue and enterprise. We laugh at honor and are shocked to find traitors in our midst.
C. S. LewisThe Christians are right: it is Pride which has been the chief cause of misery in every nation and every family since the world began.
C. S. Lewis