People Who Bore One Another

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.

Length Of Days With An Evil Heart Is Only Length Of Misery.

A Blessed Spirit Is A Mould Ever More And More Patient Of The Bright Metal Poured Into It, A Body Ever More Completely Uncovered To The Meridian Blaze Of The Spiritual Sun.

Joy Is The Serious Business Of Heaven.

No Great Wisdom Can Be Reached Without Sacrifice.