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.

Are you learning me by heart, little Sara?" he said, stroking her hair. "No," she answered. "I know you by heart. You are inside my heart.

There's nothing so strong as rage, except what makes you hold it in—that's stronger. It's a good thing not to answer your enemies. I scarcely ever do.

Two worst things as can happen to a child is never to have his own way - or always to have it.

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

It's so easy that when you begin you can't stop. You just go on and on doing it always.

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