Now God comes to thee, not as in the dawning of the day, not as in the bud of the spring, but as the sun at noon to illustrate all shadows, as the sheaves in harvest, to fill all penuries, all occasions invite his mercies, and all times are his seasons.

What gnashing is not a comfort, what gnawing of the worm is not a tickling, what torment is not a marriage bed to this damnation, to be secluded eternally, ete…

I throw myself down in my chamber, and I call in and invite God and his angels thither, and when they are there, I neglect God and his angels, for the noise of…

No man is an Iland, intire of it selfe; every man is a peece of the Continent, a part of the maine; if a Clod bee washed away by the Sea, Europe is the lesse, …

'Please, Aslan,' said Lucy, 'what do you call soon?' 'I call all times soon,' said Aslan. ... 'Come,' said the Magician. 'All times may be soon to Aslan, but i…

'But we must learn it sooner or later. There surely comes a time when the mind perceives that this world is the work of God also and not of devils, and that in…

'In my days of youth, I remembered my God, And he hath not forgotten my age.'