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

Why is it that the people with whom one loves to be silent are also the very ones with whom one loves to talk?

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.

Miranda Sawyer had a heart, of course, but she had never used it for any other purpose than the pumping and circulating of blood.

Bear figs for a season or two, and the world outside the orchard is very unwilling you should bear thistles.

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.

If I haven't anything to write, I am just as anxious to 'take my pen in hand' as though I had a message to deliver, a cause to plead, or a problem to unfold. Nothing but writing rests me; only then do I seem completely myself!