Mrs. Spencer said it was wicked of me to talk like that, but I didn’t mean to be wicked. It’s so easy to be wicked without knowing it, isn’t it?

People who don't like cats always seem to think there is some peculiar virtue in not liking them.

Look, do you see that poem?' she said suddenly, pointing.

I wish every one in the world was as warm and sheltered as we are tonight.

In daylight I belong to the world . . . in the night to sleep and eternity. But in the dusk I'm free from both and belong only to myself . . . and you

Don't believe in imagining things different from what they really are. When the Lord puts us in certain circumstances He doesn't mean for us to imagine them away.

The world looks like something God had just imaged for his own pleasure, doesn't it?