The process of being brought up, however well it is done, cannot fail to offend. - C. S. Lewis

It was too perfect to last,' so I am tempted to say of our marriage. But it can be meant in two ways. It may be grimly pessimistic - as if God no sooner saw two of His creatures happy than He stopped it ('None of that here!'). As if He were like the Hostess at the sherry-party who separates two guests the moment they show signs of having got into a real conversation. But it could also mean 'This had reached its proper perfection. This had become what it had in it to be. Therefore of course it would not be prolonged.' As if God said, 'Good; you have mastered that exercise. I am very pleased with it. And now you are ready to go on to the next.

The more often he feels without acting, the less he will be able ever to act, and, in the long run, the less he will be able to feel.

"Girls aren't very good at keeping maps in their brains", said Edmund, "That's because we've got something in them", replied Lucy.