They Were Always Doing Something.

The Thing About God, She Thought, Is That He Usually Does Help, But Not Until You've Made An Effort On Your Own.

There Are Such A Lot Of Things That Have No Place In Summer And Autumn And Spring. Everything That’s A Little Shy And A Little Rum. Some Kinds Of Night Animals And People That Don’t Fit In With Others And That Nobody Really Believes In. They Keep Out Of The Way All The Year. And Then When Everything’s Quiet And White And The Nights Are Long And Most People Are Asleep—then They Appear.

Look At The Adventure. A Boat By Night Is A Wonderful Sight. This Is The Way To Start A New Life, With A Hurricane Lamp Shining At The Top Of The Mast, And The Coastline Disappearing Behind One As The Whole World Lies Sleeping. Making A Journey By Night Is More Wonderful Than Anything In The World.

Maybe My Passion Is Nothing Special, But At Least It's Mine.

They Were Always Doing Something. Quietly, Without Interruption, And With Great Concentration, They Carried On With The Hundred-and-one Small Things That Made Up Their World.