Goodnight stars, goodnight air, goodnight noises everywhere.

There is a loving way with words and an unloving way. And it is only with the loving way that the simplicity of language becomes beautiful.

I won’t let anybody get away with anything just because he is little.

A child's own story is a dream, but a good story is a dream that is true for more than one child.

In the great green room, there was a telephone And a red balloon And a picture of a cat jumping over the moon.

Goodnight stars, goodnight air, goodnight noises everywhere.

When the groundhog casts his shadow And the small birds sing And the pussywillows happen And the sun shines warm And when the peepers peep Then it is Spring