It sometimes happens that the town child is more alive to the fresh beauty of the country than a child who is country born

There is something delicious about writing the first words of a story. You never quite know where they'll take you.

We cannot stay home all our lives, we must present ourselves to the world and we must look upon it as an adventure.

What heaven can be more real than to retain the spirit-world of childhood?

All outward forms of religion are almost useless, and are the causes of endless strife. Believe there is a great power silently working all things for good, behave yourself and never mind the rest.

Thank goodness I was never sent to school; it would have rubbed off some of the originality.

Once upon a time there were four little Rabbits, and their names were--Flopsy, Mopsy, Cottontail, and Peter.

With opportunity the world is very interesting.

For quiet, solitary and observant children create their own world and live in it, nourishing their imaginations on the material at hand.

What we call the highest and the lowest in nature are both equally perfect. A willow bush is as beautiful as the human form divine.

I do so hate finishing books. I would like to go on with them for years.

Success is possible to anyone who sets his heart to it. Whatever we dream of can become reality if we put ourselves to work.

Age can be wonderful for red wine, but not for spacecraft.

The worst happens, and life still goes on.

The consequences of a plethora of half-digested theoretical knowledge are deplorable.

I know you aren't supposed to speak ill of the dead.

Just after Kim Jong Il's death, the official news agency put out an article saying that under Kim Jong Il's rule, the people had been like naive children without a care in the world.

The same sun which gilds all nature, and exhilarates the whole creation, does not shine upon disappointed ambition.

I never imagined that so many days would ultimately make such a small life.

The fact is that blank pages inspire me with terror. What will I put on them? Will it be good enough? Will I have to throw it out?

You love the beauty that you can see and touch and handle, the beauty that you can destroy, and do destroy, but of the unseen beauty of life, of the unseen beauty of a higher life, you know nothing.