Isn't it splendid to think of all the things there are to find out about? It just makes me feel glad to be alive--it's such an interesting world. It wouldn't be half so interesting if we know all about everything, would it? There'd be no scope for imagination then, would there?But am I talking too much? People are always telling me I do. Would you rather I didn't talk? If you say so I'll stop. I can STOP when I make up my mind to it, although it's difficult.

The woods are never solitary--they are full of whispering, beckoning, friendly life. But the sea is a mighty soul, forever moaning of some great, unshareable sorrow, which shuts it up into itself for all eternity.

There is no such thing as freedom on earth," he said. "Only different kinds of bondages. And comparative bondages. YOU think you are free now because you've escaped from a peculiarly unbreakable kind of bondage. But are you? You love me - THAT'S a bondage.

I've always held that early marriage is a sure indication of second-rate goods that had to be sold in a hurry." - Martin Harris

The world calls them its singers and poets and artists and storytellers; but they are just people who have never forgotten the way to fairyland.

It was really dreadful to be so different from other people…and yet rather wonderful, too, as if you were a being strayed from another star.

Wouldn't it be nice if roses could talk? I'm sure they could tell us such lovely things.