Know what it is to be a child? It is to be something very different from the man of today. It is to have a spirit yet streaming from the waters of Baptism; it is to believe in belief; it is to be so little that elves can reach to whisper in your ear; it is to turn pumpkins into coaches, and mice into horses, lowness into loftiness, and nothing into everything, for each child had its fairy godmother in its soul.

His fine wit Makes such a wound, the knife is lost in it.

Fear not for the future, weep not for the past.

I am convinced that there can be no regeneration of mankind until laughter is put down.

Power, like a desolating pestilence, pollutes whatever it touches.

Revenge is the naked idol of the worship of a semi-barbarous age.

That orbed maiden, with white fire laden, Whom mortals call the moon.