People say law but they mean wealth.

The world when seen through a little child's eyes, greatly resembles paradise. Happiness is doing with a smile what you have to do anyway. This time, like all time, is a very good one if we but know what to do with it.

For the time of towns is tolled from the world by funereal chimes, but in nature the universal hours are counted by succeeding tribes of animals and plants, and by growth of joy on joy.

Genius always finds itself a century too early.

Infancy is the perpetual Messiah, which comes into the arms of fallen men, and pleads with them to return to paradise.

We are born believing. A man bears beliefs as a tree bears apples.

Infancy conforms to nobody: all conform to it, so that one babe commonly makes four or five out of the adults who prattle and play to it.