Love is not blind; it is an extra eye, which shows us what is most worthy of regard.

There are, I dare say, many lovers who would never have been drawn to each other had they met for the first time, as, say, they met the second time.

I don't want to go to school and learn solemn things.

Every time you say you don't believe in fairies, a fairy dies.

You need not be sorry for her. She was one of the kind that likes to grow up. In the end she grew up of her own free will a day quicker than the other girls.

What a polite game tennis is. The chief word in it seems to be "sorry" and admiration of each other's play crosses the net as frequently as the ball.

Would you like an adventure now, or would you like to have your tea first?