Do you hear the snow against the windowpanes, Kitty? How nice and soft it sounds! Just as if some one was kissing the window all over outside. I wonder if the snow loves the trees and fields, that it kisses them so gently? And then it covers them up snug, you know, with a white quilt; and perhaps it says, 'Go to sleep, darlings, till the summer comes again.' And when they wake up in the summer, Kitty, they dress themselves all in green, and dance about - whenever the wind blows.

Better say nothing at all. Language is worth a thousand pounds a word!

Some children have the most disagreeable way of getting grown-up

My view of life is, that it's next to impossible to convince anybody of anything.

There is a place. Like no place on Earth. A land full of wonder, mystery, and danger! Some say to survive it: You need to be as mad as a hatter. Which luckily I am.

Do you suppose she's a wildflower?

Which way you ought to go depends on where you want to get to.