It is easy to replace man, and it will take no great time, when Nature has lapsed, to replace Nature.

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

Childhood is but change made gay and visible.

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.

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

The eyelids confess, and reject, and refuse to reject. They have expressed all things ever since man was man. And they express so much by seeming to hide or to reveal that which indeed expresses nothing. For there is no message from the eye. It has direction, it moves, in the service of the sense of sight; it receives the messages of the world. But expression is outward, and the eye has it not. There are no windows of the soul, there are only curtains.

There is something very cheerful and courageous in the setting-out of a child on a journey of speech with so small baggage and with so much confidence.