Ye cannot know eternal reality by a definition. Time itself, and all the acts and events that fill time are the definition, and it must be lived.
Prosperity knits a man to the world.
Your people eat dry and tasteless flesh but it is off plates as smooth as ivory and as round as the sun.
To move with the times is, of course, to go where all times go.
Post-Christian man is not the same as Pre-Christian man. He is as far removed as virgin is from widow: there is nothing in common except want of a spouse: but there is a great difference between a spouse-to-be and a spouse lost.
Goodness is, so to speak, itself; badness is only spoiled goodness. And there must be something good first before it can be spoiled.
Extraordinary things only happen to extraordinary people. Maybe it’s a sign that you’ve got an extraordinary destiny – something greater than you could’ve imagined.
Christian theology can fit in science, art, morality, and the sub-Christian religious. The scientific point of view cannot fit any of these things, not even science itself.
A glimpse is not a vision. But to a man on a mountain road by night, a glimpse of the next three feet of road may matter more than a vision of the horizon.
We have lost the invaluable faculty of being shocked a faculty which has hitherto almost distinguished the Man or Woman from the beast or child.
We do not enjoy a story fully at the first reading. Not till the curiosity, the sheer narrative lust, has been given its sop and laid asleep, are we at leisure to savour the real beauties.
Of course language is not an infallible guide, but it contains, with all its defects, a good deal of stored insight and experience.
There is no use saying you chose to lie down when it has become impossible to stand up.
How incessant and great are the ills with which a prolonged old age is replete.
There is, hidden or flaunted, a sword between the sexes till an entire marriage reconciles them.
If no set of moral ideas were truer or better than any other, there would be no sense in preferring civilised morality to savage morality.
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.
Narnia! It’s all in the wardrobe just like I told you!
Nothing is wonderful except in the abnormal, and nothing is abnormal until we have grasped the norm.
Be confident small immortals. You are not the only voice that all things utter, nor is there eternal silence in the places where you cannot come.