for man, woman, and child the tender, irregular, sensitive, living foot, which does not even stand with all its little surface on the ground, and which makes no base to satisfy an architectural eye, is, as it were, the unexpected thing. ... nothing makes a more helpless and unsymmetrical sign than does a naked foot.

No mirror keeps its glances.

O spring, I know thee! Seek for sweet surprise / In the young children's eyes. / But I have learnt the years, and know the yet / Leaf-folded violet.

Let us turn to our own childhoods-no further-if we will renew our sense of remoteness, and of the mystery of change.

Assuredly it would be a pity if laughter should ever become, like rhetoric and the arts, a habit.

A child is beset with long traditions. And his infancy is so old, so old, that the mere adding of years in the life to follow will not seem to throw it further back -- it is already so far.

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