Very Often The Only Way To Get

There Was A Boy Called Eustace Clarence Scrubb, And He Almost Deserved It.

Affection Would Not Be Affection If It Was Loudly And Frequently Expressed; To Produce It In Public Is Like Getting Your Household Furniture Out For A Move. It Did Very Well In Its Place, But It Looks Shabby Or Tawdry Or Grotesque In The Sunshine.

Few Men Looked On Her Without Becoming, In A Certain Fashion, Her Lovers. But It Was The Kind Of Love That Made Them Not Less True, But Truer, To Their Own Wives.

I Was With Book, As A Woman Is With Child.

Christianity Is A Fighting Religion.