The countenances of children, like those of animals, are masks, not faces, for they have not yet developed a significant profile of their own.

As I walked out one evening, Walking down Bristol Street, The crowds upon the pavement Were fields of harvest wheat. And down by the brimming river I heard a lover sing Under an arch of the railway: 'Love has no ending. 'I'll love you, dear, I'll love you Till China and Africa meet, And the river jumps over the mountain And the salmon sing in the street, 'I'll love you till the ocean Is folded and hung up to dry And the seven stars go squawking Like geese about the sky.

Political history is far too criminal to be a fit subject of study for the young. Children should acquire their heroes and villians from fiction.

Money cannot buy the fuel of love but is excellent kindling.

The most important truths are likely to be those which society at that time least wants to hear.

Each in the cell of himself is almost convinced of his freedom.

If it really was Queen Elizabeth who demanded to see Falstaff in a comedy, then she showed herself a very perceptive critic. But even in The Merry Wives of Windsor, Falstaff has not and could not have found his true home because Shakespeare was only a poet. For that he was to wait nearly two hundred years till Verdi wrote his last opera. Falstaff is not the only case of a character whose true home is the world of music; others are Tristan, Isolde and Don Giovanni.