We never understand how little we need in this world until we know the loss of it.

There could not have been a lovelier sight; but there was none to see it except a little boy who was staring in at the window. He had ecstasies innumerable that other children can never know; but he was looking through the window at the one joy from which he must be for ever barred.

Nothing is really work unless you would rather be doing something else.

What is algebra exactly; is it those three-cornered things?

Because you see when a new baby laughs for the first time a new fairy is born, and as there are always new babies there are always new fairies. They live in nests on the tops of trees; and the mauve ones are boys and the white ones are girls, and the blue ones are just little sillies who are not sure what they are.

Strength instead of being the lusty child of passion, grows by grappling with and subduing them.

You canna expect to be baith grand and comfortable.