I have seen landscapes . . . which, under a particular light, make me feel that at any moment a giant might raise his head over the next ridge.

A man can't be taken to hell, or sent to hell: you can only get there on your own steam.

The Enemy wants to bring the man to a state of mind in which he could design the best cathedral in the world, and know it to be the best, and rejoice in the fact, without being any more (or less) or otherwise glad at having done it than he would be if it had been done by another. The Enemy wants him, in the end, to be so free from any bias in his own favour that he can rejoice in his own talents as frankly and gratefully as in his neighbour's talents--or in a sunrise, an elephant, or a waterfall.

The smallest good act today is the capture of a strategic point from which, a few months later, you may be able to go on to victories you never dreamed of.

Cobbles and kettledrums! ...I hope this madness isn't going to end in a moonlit climb and broken necks.

Friends are seldom found; they are made.

Lucy went first, biting her lip and trying not to say all the things she thought of saying to Susan. But she forgot them when she fixed her eyes on Aslan.