Children can be the most cruel creatures alive. They have the herd instinct of prejudice against any outsider, and they are merciless in its indulgence.

I believe flowers have souls. I have known roses that I expect to meet in heaven.

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

Why, I've never even had a quarrel with any one. I haven't an enemy. What a spineless thing I must be not to have even one enemy!

A cold in the head in June is an immoral thing.

When people ask me what on earth I want to keep two cats for I tell them I keep them to do my resting for me.

I'm afraid to speak or move for fear that all this wonderful beauty will just vanish... like a broken silence.