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

As long as one has a garden, one has a future. As long as one has a future, one is alive.

And the secret garden bloomed and bloomed and every morning revealed new miracles.

One marvel of a day he had walked so far that when he returned the moon was high and full and all the world was purple shadow and silver.

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

She liked books more than anything else, and was, in fact, always inventing stories of beautiful things and telling them to herself.

Folks who make such a fuss about their rights turn them into wrongs sometimes. -- (from Behind the White Brick)