Child, child, do you not see? For each of us comes a time when we must be more than what we are.

...righteousness [is] always more believable when combined with dreariness.

Who but lovers dream alike?

Do you not believe that animals know grief and fear and pain? The world of men is not an easy one for them.

The dear girl, I fear, may be contemplating some alarming, disruptive perhaps dangerous project. In which case, I would naturally do all in my power to keep her from any such rash or foolhardy enterprise – unless she wished me to accompany her.

Paradoxically, in fantasy for young people I was able to express my own deepest feelings and attitudes more than I had ever done in writing for adults.

For Wayfarers still journeying, for Wanderers at rest.