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.

The soul grows into lovely habits as easily as into ugly ones, and the moment a life begins to blossom into beautiful words and deeds, that moment a new standard of conduct is established, and your eager neighbors look to you for a continuous manifestation of the good cheer, the sympathy, the ready wit, the comradeship, or the inspiration, you once showed yourself capable of. Bear figs for a season or two, and the world outside the orchard is very unwilling you should bear thistles.

It is very funny, but you do not always have to see people to love them. Just think about it, and see if it isn't so.

It was not long after sunrise, and Stephen Waterman, fresh from his dip in the river, had scrambled up the hillside from the hut in the alder-bushes where he had made his morning toilet.

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

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

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