I'm very much afraid I didn't mean anything but nonsense. Still, you know, words mean more than we mean to express when we use them; so a whole book ought to mean a great deal more than the writer means. So, whatever good meanings are in the book, I'm glad to accept as the meaning of the book.

One of the hardest things in the world is to convey a meaning accurately from one mind to another.

You're thinking about something, my dear, and that makes you forget to talk.

Come, my child," I said, trying to lead her away. "Wish good-bye to the poor hare, and come and look for blackberries." "Good-bye, poor hare!" Sylvie obediently repeated, looking over her shoulder at it as we turned away. And then, all in a moment, her self-command gave way. Pulling her hand out of mine, she ran back to where the dead hare was lying, and flung herself down at its side in such an agony of grief as I could hardly have believed possible in so young a child. "Oh, my darling, my darling!" she moaned, over and over again. "And God meant your life to be so beautiful!

What does it matter where my body happens to be?' he said. 'My mind goes on working all the same.

I once delivered a simple ball, which I was told, had it gone far enough, would have been considered a wide

A minute goes by so fearfully quick. You might as well try to stop a Bandersnatch!