He Had Discovered That The Choice Between

For She Had Discovered That As Well As The Evil Web There Was Another. This Too Bound Spirits Together, But Not In A Tangle, It Was A Patterned Web And One Could See The Silver Pattern When The Sun Shone Upon It. It Seemed Much Frailer Than The Dark Tangle, That Had A Hideous Strength, But It Might Not Be So Always, Not In The Final Reckoning. (the Child From The Sea)

In A World Where Thrushes Sing And Willow Trees Are Golden In The Spring, Boredom Should Have Been Included Among The Seven Deadly Sins.

But A Hare, Now, That Is A Different Thing Altogether. A Hare Is Not A Pet But A Person. Hares Are Clever And Brave And Loving, And They Have Fairy Blood In Them. It’s A Grand Thing To Have A Hare For A Friend.

Nothing Is Ever Finished And Done With In This World. You May Think A Seed Was Finished And Done With When It Falls Like A Dead Thing Into The Earth; But When It Puts Forth Leaves And Flowers Next Spring You See Your Mistake.

If One's Intellectual Equipment Was Not Great, One's Spiritual Experience Not Deep, The Result Of Doing One's Very Best Could Only Seem Very Lightweight In Comparison With The Effort Involved. But Perhaps That Was Not Important. The Mysterious Power That Commanded Men Appeared To Him To Ask Of Them Only Obedience And The Maximum Of Effort And To Remain Curiously Indifferent As To The Results.