Childhood, catching our imagination when it is fresh and tender, never lets go of us.
J. B. PriestleyWe must beware the revenge of the starved senses, the embittered animal in its prison.
J. B. PriestleyI have always been delighted at the prospect of a new day, a fresh try, one more start, with perhaps a bit of magic waiting somewhere behind the morning.
J. B. Priestley