So Long As I Know

Two Worst Things As Can Happen To A Child Is Never To Have His Own Way - Or Always To Have It.

Their Eyes Met With A Singular Directness Of Gaze. Between Them A Spark Passed Which Was Not Afterwards To Be Extinguished, Though Neither Of Them Knew The Moment Of Its Kindling.

Her Affection For Everything She Could Love Increased.

How It Is That Animals Understand Things I Do Not Know, But It Is Certain That They Do Understand. Perhaps There Is A Language Which Is Not Made Of Words And Everything In The World Understands It. Perhaps There Is A Soul Hidden In Everything And It Can Always Speak, Without Even Making A Sound, To Another Soul.

Perhaps There Is A Language Which Is Not Made Of Words And Everything In The World Understands It.