At two o'clock in the morning, if you open your window and listen, You will hear the feet of the Wind that is going to call the sun. And the trees in the Shadow rustle and the trees in the moonlight glisten, And though it is deep, dark night, you feel that the night is done.

She is intensely human, and lives to look upon life.

A boy of to-day is affected by every change of tone and gust of opinion, so that he lies even when he desires to speak the truth.

Teach us delight in simple things, and mirth that has no bitter springs.

One can't prescribe books, even the best books, to people unless one knows a good deal about each individual person.

Bite on the bullet, old man, and don't let them think you're afraid.

And the first rude sketch that the world had seen was joy to his mighty heart, till the Devil whispered behind the leaves 'It's pretty, but is it Art?'