The praise that comes from love does not make us vain, but more humble.
..children know such a lot now, they soon don't believe in fairies, and every time a child says, 'I don't believe in fairies,' there is a fairy somewhere that falls down dead.
The Elizabethan age might be better named the beginning of the smoking era.
Every time you say you don't believe in fairies, a fairy dies.
Courage: The lovely virtue-the rib of Himself that God sent down to His children.
Can anything harm us, mother, after the night-lights are lit?" Nothing, precious," she said; "they are the eyes a mother leaves behind her to guard her children.