In our world," said Eustace, "a star is a huge ball of flaming gas." Even in your world, my son, that is not what a star is, but only what it is made of.

I do not believe one can settle how much we ought to give. I am afraid the only safe rule is to give more than we can spare. In other words, if our expenditure on comforts, luxuries, amusements, etc, is up to the standard common among those with the same income as our own, we are probably giving away too little. If our charities do not at all pinch or hamper us, I should say they are too small. There ought to be things we should like to do and cannot do because our charitable expenditure excludes them.

All possible knowledge, then, depends on the validity of reasoning...Unless human reasoning is valid no science can be true.

Disobedience to conscience is voluntary; bad poetry, on the other hand, is usually not made on purpose.

In great literature, I become a thousand different men but still remain myself.

Nothing can seem extraordinary until you have discovered what is ordinary.

And she never could remember; and ever since that day what Lucy means by a good story is a story which reminds her of the forgotten story in the Magician's Book.