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

Why is it that the nicest things never are healthy?

We pay a price for everything we get or take in this world; and although ambitions are well worth having, they are not to be cheaply won, but exact their dues of work and self denial, anxiety and discouragement.

Don't you know that it is only very foolish folk who talk sense all the time?

She had dreamed some brilliant dreams during the past winter and now they lay in the dust around her. In her present mood of self-disgust, she could not immediately begin dreaming again. And she discovered that, while solitude with dreams is glorious, solitude without them has few charms.

[O]ne can dream so much better in a room where there are pretty things.

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