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

‎"She was not a little girl heart-broken about him; she was a grown woman smiling at it all, but they were wet smiles.

Just always be waiting for me.

..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.

Most disquieting reflection of all, was it not bad form to think about good form?

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

He was a poet; and they are never exactly grown-up.