She says it has nothing to do with what you look like, or what you have. It has only to do with what you think of and what you do.

I shall live forever and ever and ever ' he cried grandly. 'I shall find out thousands and thousands of things. I shall find out about people and creatures and everything that grows - like Dickon - and I shall never stop making Magic. I'm well I'm well

I am writing in the garden. To write as one should of a garden one must write not outside it or merely somewhere near it, but in the garden.

Imagine, if you can, what the rest of the evening was like. How they crouched by the fire which blazed and leaped and made much of itself in the little grate. How they removed the covers of the dishes, and found rich, hot savory soup, which was a meal in itself, and sandwiches and toast and muffins enough for both of them.

Her affection for everything she could love increased.

She did not care very much for other little girls, but if she had plenty of books she could console herself.

we do not believe until we want a thing and feel that we shall die if 'tis not granted to us, and then we kneel and kneel and believe, because we must have someone to ask help from.