With my mother's death all settled happiness, all that was tranquil and reliable, disappeared from my life. There was to be much fun, many pleasures, many stabs of Joy; but no more of the old security. It was sea and islands now; the great continent had sunk like Atlantis.

Even I never dreamed of Magic like this!

The Christians are right: it is Pride which has been the chief cause of misery in every nation and every family since the world began.

I think He made one law of that kind in order that there might be obedience. In all these other matters what you call obeying Him is but doing what seems good in your own eyes also. Is love content with that?

It is only our bad temper that we put down to being tired or worried or hungry; we put our good temper down to ourselves.

How incessant and great are the ills with which a prolonged old age is replete.

If one could run without getting tired I don't think one would often want to do anything else.