Nothing in the world is quite as adorably lovely as a robin when he shows off and they are nearly always doing it.

However many years she lived, Mary always felt that 'she should never forget that first morning when her garden began to grow'.

I pretend I am a princess,so that I can try and behave like one.

Hang in there. It is astonishing how short a time it can take for very wonderful things to happen.

Sometimes since I've been in the garden I've looked up through the trees at the sky and I have had a strange feeling of being happy as if something was pushing and drawing in my chest and making me breathe fast. Magic is always pushing and drawing and making things out of nothing. Everything is made out of magic, leaves and trees, flowers and birds, badgers and foxes and squirrels and people. So it must be all around us. In this garden - in all the places.

That's what I look at some people for. I like to know about them. I think them over afterward.

a person who was clever ought to be clever enough not to be unjust or deliberately unkind to anyone.