A children's story that can only be enjoyed by children is not a good children's story in the slightest.

The sane would do no good if they made themselves mad to help madmen.

You would not call a man humane for ceasing to set mousetraps if he did so because he believed there were no mice in the house.

You ask whether I have ever been in love: fool as I am, I am not such a fool as that. But if one is only to talk from first-hand experience, conversation would be a very poor business. But though I have no personal experience of the things they call love, I have what is better - the experience of Sappho, of Euripides, of Catallus, of Shakespeare, of Spenser, of Austen, of Bronte, of anyone else I have read.

He's wild, you know. Not like a tame lion.

Even in this world of course it is the stupidest children who are most childish and the stupidest grown-ups who are most grown-up.

Once in those very early days my brother brought into the nursery the lid of a biscuit tin which he had covered with moss and garnished with twigs and flowers so as to make it a toy garden or a toy forest. That was the first beauty I ever knew. What the real garden had failed to do, the toy garden did. It made me aware of nature-not, indeed, as a storehouse of forms and colors but as something cool, dewy, fresh, exuberant....As long as I live my imagination of Paradise will retain something of my brother's toy garden.