Oh, you mysterious girls, when you are fifty-two we shall find you out; you must come into the open then. If the mouth has fallen sourly yours the blame: all the meanness your youth concealed have been gathering in your face. But the pretty thoughts and sweet ways and dear, forgotten kindnesses linger there also, to bloom in your twilight like evening primroses.

Do you believe in fairies? Say quick that you believe. If you believe, clap your hands!

How shall we ever know if it's morning if there's no servant to pull up the blinds?

I like well to be in the company of explorers

Ambition it is the last infirmity of noble minds.

The praise that comes of love does not make us vain, but humble rather. Knowing what we are, the pride that shines in our mother's eyes as she looks at us is about the most pathetic thing a man has to face, but he would be a devil altogether if it did not burn some of the sin out of him.

If you cannot teach me to fly, teach me to sing.