I Cannot Rest, I Must

I Remember I Used To Half Believe And Wholly Play With Fairies When I Was A Child. What Heaven Can Be More Real Than To Retain The Spirit-world Of Childhood, Tempered And Balanced By Knowledge And Common-sense...

I Have Just Made Stories To Please Myself, Because I Never Grew Up.

I Think If She Lived In A Little Shoe-house That Little Old Woman Was Surely A Mouse!

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.

Don't Go Into Mr. Mcgregor's Garden: Your Father Had An Accident There; He Was Put In A Pie By Mrs. Mcgregor.