I've loved you ever since that day you broke your slate over my head in school.

How fair the realm Imagination opens to the view.

Outgrowing things we love is never a pleasant process.

Whenever you looked forward to anything pleasant you were sure to be more or less disappointed . . . perhaps that is true. But there is a good side to it too. The bad things don't always come up to your expectations either . . . they nearly always turn out ever so much better than you think.

The woods call to us with a hundred voices, but the sea has one only — a mighty voice that drowns our souls in its majestic music. The woods are human, but the sea is of the company of the archangels.

Because when you are imagining, you might as well imagine something worth while.

...a little "appreciation" sometimes does quite as much good as all the conscientious "bringing up" in the world.