Nowhere can I think so happily as in a train.
No sensible author wants anything but praise.
A Proper Tea is much nicer than a Very Nearly Tea, which is one you forget about afterwards.
Weeds are flowers too, once you get to know them.
How lucky I am to have something that makes saying goodbye so hard.
Eeyore, the old grey donkey, stood by the side of the stream and looked at himself in the water. "Pathetic," he said. "That's what it is. Pathetic."