There is naught a man or woman can not learn who hath the wit.

...and her mother had been a great beauty who cared only to go to parties and amuse herself with gay parties.

The truth is that when one is still a child-or even if one is grown up- and has been well fed, and has slept long and softly and warm; when one has gone to sleep in the midst of a fairy story, and has wakened to find it real, one cannot be unhappy or even look as if one were; and one could not, if one tried, keep a glow of joy out of one's eyes.

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.

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

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

My mother always says people should be able to take care of themselves, even if they're rich and important.