To get even near humility, even for a moment, is like a drink of cold water to a man in a desert.
The world is so much larger than I thought. I thought we went along paths--but it seems there are no paths. The going itself is the path.
Most of us, I suppose, have a secret country but for most of us it is only an imaginary country. Edmund and Lucy were luckier than other people in that respect.
The incalculable winds of fantasy and music and poetry, the mere face of a girl, the song of a bird, or the sight of a horizon, are always blowing evilâ€™s whole structure away.
Christianity is a world that is a great sculptor's shop. We are the statues and there a rumor going around the shop that some of us are some day going to come to life.