It is a serious thing to live in a society of possible Gods and Goddesses. To remember that the dullest, and most uninteresting person you can talk to may one day be a creature which, if you saw it now, you would be strongly tempted to worship.

We're free Narnians, Hwin and I, and I suppose, if you're running away to Narnia you want to be one too. In that case Hwin isn't your horse any longer. One might just as well say you're her human.

For any happiness, even in this world, quite a lot of restraint is going to be necessary...

No tea cup is big enough nor book long enough for me to be satisfied.

The Devil was sick, the Devil a monk would be.

He only means abandoning the clamour of self-will; once they have done that, He really gives them back all their personality, and boasts (I am afraid, sincerely) that when they are wholly His they will be more themselves than ever.

A good, but unexamined life will be high on duty and not likely to celebrate the odd paradoxes, the ironic coincidences and the humor of being dirt...