Is love the sweetness of flowers?

As selfishness and complaint pervert the mind, so love with its joy clears and sharpens the vision.

Now, however, I see the folly of attempting to hitch one's wagon to a star with a harness that does not belong to it.

What induces a child to learn but his delight in knowing?

I find that fact and fancy look alike across the years that link the past with the present.

Usually they are quick to discover that I cannot see or hear.... It is not training but love which impels them to break their silence about me with the thud of a tail rippling against my chair on gambols round the study, or news conveyed by expressive ear, nose, and paw. Often I yearn to give them speech, their motions are so eloquent with things they cannot say.

Happiness is like the mountain summit. It is sometimes hidden by clouds, but we know it is there.