Dear old world', she murmured, 'you are very lovely, and I am glad to be alive in you.

How fair the realm Imagination opens to the view.

Some people go through life trying to find out what the world holds for them only to find out too late that it's what they bring to the world that really counts.

The body grows slowly and steadily but the soul grows by leaps and bounds. It may come to its full stature in an hour.

All things great are wound up with all things little.

Don't you just love poetry that gives you a crinkly feeling up and down your back?

It's rather hard to decide just when people are grown up.