There is no innocent sleep so innocent as sleep shared between a woman and a child, the little breath hurrying beside the longer, as a child's foot runs.

Spring and autumn are inconsiderable events in a landscape compared with the shadows of a cloud.

Happiness is not a matter of events; it depends upon the tides of the mind.

Childhood is but change made gay and visible.

O daisy mine, what will it be to look / From God's side even of such a simple thing?

No mirror keeps its glances.

The sense of humor has other things to do than to make itself conspicuous in the act of laughter.