When, all at once, you find you have something precious you only dimly suspected was to be yours, you almost wish it hadn't come so soon.

Pictures made in childhood are painted in bright hues.

Every child born into the world is a new thought of God, an ever-fresh and radiant possibility.

Father doesn't think very sudden, but he thinks awful strong.

A real Christmas baby was not to be lightly named.

There are some who possess the magic touch, the infectious spirit of enthusiasm; who have the same effect as a beautiful morning that never reaches noon. Under this spell one's mind is braced, one's spirit recreated; one is ready for any adventure, even if it only be the doing of the next distasteful task light-heartedly.

The world is always a new plaything to children, while to the old it seems falling to pieces from sheer dryness. Everything loses its value with time, but it is not the fault of the fruit, but of the mouth and the tongue.