If you look the right way, you can see that the whole world is a garden.

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.

Two things cannot be in one place. Where you tend a rose, my lad, a thistle cannot grow.

When I was at school my jography told me th' earth was shaped like a orange an' I found out before I was ten that th' whole orange doesn't belong to nobody. No one owns more than his bit of a quarter an' there's times it seems there's not enow quarters to go around. But don't you-none o' you- think as you own th' whole orange or you'll find out you're mistaken, an' you won't find it without hard knocks. What children learns from children, is that there's no sense grabbin' at th' whole orange-peel an' all. If you do you'll likely not get even th' pips, an' them's too bitter to eat.

The difficulty will be to keep her from learning too fast and too much. She is always sitting with her little nose burrowing into books. She doesn't read them, Miss Minchin; she gobbles them up as if she were a little wolf instead of a little girl. She is always starving for new books to gobble, and she wants grown-up books--great, big, fat ones--French and German as well as English--history and biography and poets, and all sorts of things. Drag her away from her books when she reads too much.

But I suppose there might be good in things, even if we don't see it.

Yes," answered Sara, nodding. "Adversity tries people, and mine has tried you and proved how nice you are.