David tells me that fairies never say 'We feel happy': what they say is, 'We feel dancey'.
Life is a cup of tea; the more heartily we drink the sooner we reach the dregs.
All children, except one, grow up.
She adored all beautiful things in their every curve and fragrance, so that they became part of her. Day by day, she gathered beauty; had she had no heart (she who was the bosom of womanhood) her thoughts would still have been as lilies, because the good is the beautiful.
Absence makes the heart grow fonder… or forgetful.
A loving wife is better than making 50 in cricket, or even 99, beyond that I will not go.