Nobody is ever too old to dream. And dreams never grow old.

…I'm so thankful for friendship. It beautifies life so much.

Listen to the trees talking in their sleep,' she whispered, as he lifted her to the ground. 'What nice dreams they must have!

I have a dream," he said slowly. "I persist in dreaming it, although it has often seemed to me that it could never come true. I dream of a home with a hearth-fire in it, a cat and dog, the footsteps of friends -- and YOU!

But feeling is so different from knowing. My common sense tells me all you can say, but there are times when common sense has no power over me. Common nonsense takes possession of my soul.

People told her she hadn't changed much, in a tone which hinted they were surprised and a little disappointed she hadn't.

True friends are always together in spirit.