I fear that we shall be obliged to leave this pudding

So much perfection argues rottenness somewhere.

I remember I used to half believe and wholly play with fairies when I was a child. What heaven can be more real than to retain the spirit-world of childhood, tempered and balanced by knowledge and common-sense...

Thank God I have the seeing eye, that is to say, as I lie in bed I can walk step by step on the fells and rough land seeing every stone and flower and patch of bog and cotton pass where my old legs will never take me again.

Thank goodness my education was neglected.

We cannot stay home all our lives, we must present ourselves to the world and we must look upon it as an adventure.

This is a fierce bad rabbit; look at his savage whiskers, and his claws and his turned-up tail.