She was so intelligent that she could think herself into beauty. Intelligence...they don't talk about it much, the poets, but when a woman is intelligent and passionate and good.

When you're sad, my Little Star, go out of doors. It's always better underneath the open sky.

To show too much joy in a place such as this would be unseemly but, as he padded toward her, his tail was extended in a manner which would make wagging possible should all go as expected.

It's true that adventures are good for people even when they are very young. Adventures can get in a person's blood even if he doesn't remember having them.

But she had to know words. She had to know everything.

One must not judge other cultures by the standars of one's one,' said Aunt Hilda

What are you afraid of then? Not Being able to see, I think not seeing because your obsessed by something that blots out the world.