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...

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

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...

All outward forms of religion are almost useless, and are the causes of endless strife. Believe there is a great power silently working all things for good, behave yourself and never mind the rest.

I hold an old-fashioned notion that a happy marriage is the crown of a woman’s life.

Thank goodness my education was neglected.