Daughter, " said the Hermit, "I have now lived a hundred and nine winters in this world and have never met any such thing as Luck.

Do not dare not to dare.

Onward and Upward! To Narnia and the North!

But one of the worst results of being a slave and being forced to do things is that when there is no one to force you any more you find you have almost lost the power of forcing yourself.

But as long as you know you're nobody special, you'll be a very decent sort of Horse, on the whole, and taking one thing with another.

We are a little land. And little lands on the borders of a great empire were always hateful to the lords of the great empire. He longs to blot them out, gobble them up.

And this new air was so delicious, and all his old life seemed so far away, that he forgot for a moment about his bruises and his aching muscles.

O my mistress, do not by any means destroy yourself, for if you live you may yet have good fortune but all the dead are dead alike!

One of the drawbacks about adventures is that when you come to the most beautiful places you are often too anxious and hurried to appreciate them.

How well it was said, " answered the fisherman, "that swords can be kept off with shields but the Eye of Wisdom pierces through every defense!

Oh-my-Father-and-oh-the-delight-of-my-eyes, " began the young man, muttering the words very quickly and sulkily and not at all as if the Tisroc were the delight of his eyes.

To be free is to have Faith.

Its remarkable the logic we build around a misapprehension.

You can't go through life on "Borrowed light.

What matters to you defines your mattering.

The truth is that schools don't really teach anything except how to obey orders.

A life not lived for others is not a life, a game not played for others is not a game.

Sometimes I'm a little Republican, sometimes I'm a little Democrat.

Sometimes we only see how people are different from us, but if you look hard enough, you can see how much we're all alike.

Two sorts of writers possess genius: those who think, and those who cause others to think.

It came to me that hell would not be fire and smoke after all but arctic, everything white and frigid. Hell would be not anger but indifference.