Sleeping on a dragon's hoard with greedy, dragonish thoughts in his heart, he had become a dragon himself.

They say, 'The coward dies many times'; so does the beloved. Didn't the eagle find a fresh liver to tear in Prometheus every time it dined?

When I'm older I'll understand" said Lucy, " I am older and I don't think I want to understand", replied Edmund

I was with book, as a woman is with child.

But why,... if you have a serious comment to make on the real life of men, must you do it by talking about a phantasmagoric never-never land of your own? Because, I take it, one of the main things the author wants to say is that the real life of men is of that mythical and heroic quality.

Grief is like a bomber circling round and dropping its bombs each time the circle brings it overhead; physical pain is like the steady barrage on a trench in World War One, hours if it with no let-up for a moment. Thought is never static pain often is... is it not yet enough?

We do know that no person can be saved except through Christ. We do not know that only those who know Him can be saved by Him.