J.R.R. Tolkien, said a student, "could turn a lecture room into a mead hall in which he was the bard and we were the feasting, listening guests.

Lewis had developed a trademark style, slow enough for note taking, loud enough to rouse the dullest listener, straightforward, abundantly furnished with quotations, and lavish in wit.

A letter Lewis wrote reveals an 18-year-old with the energy of a schoolboy and the tastes of an octogenarian.

In the infancy of society every author is necessarily a poet, because language itself is poetry. – Owen Barfield

Words are catch-basins of experience, fingerprints and footprints of the past that the literary detective may scrutinize in order to sleuth out the history of human consciousness.

Imagination pointed toward truth but could not disclose it directly.

We must picture Oxford, during World War I, not as the neomedieval paradise it would like to be, but as the military compound it was obliged to become.

The arts are the best Time Machine we have." C. S. Lewis

Now he must put into practice all his fine poetic thoughts about romantic love.

Passion does not translate easily into good income.

As is the case with many adolescents, Lewis's increased command over over the things of the world brought with it a corresponding atrophy of the moral sense.

I'm planning, you see, to try to confine myself to the truth. That's hard for an old, inveterate fantasy martyr and liar who has never hesitated to give truth the form he felt the occasion demanded.

To make a great dream come true, the first requirement is a great capacity to dream; the second is persistence.

Regrets are idle; yet history is one long regret. Everything might have turned out so differently.

A moment after the fairy's entrance the window was blown open by the breathing of the little stars, and Peter dropped in.

All the arguments to prove man's superiority cannot shatter this hard fact: in suffering, the animals are our equals.

Faith becomes the foundation I'm built on.

The fictional work is a kind of actor that wears a satirical garb but can put on other costumes as well.

Good Hamlet, cast thy nighted colour off ... Do not for ever with thy vailed lids Seek for thy noble father in the dust.

Falsehood falsehood cures

Life on a lifeboat isn't much of a life.