We Cannot Stay Home All

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

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...

Thank Goodness My Education Was Neglected.

Thank God I Have The Seeing Eye, That Is To Say, As I Lie In Bed I Can Walk Step By Step On The Fells And Rough Land Seeing Every Stone And Flower And Patch Of Bog And Cotton Pass Where My Old Legs Will Never Take Me Again.

Most People, After One Success, Are So Cringingly Afraid Of Doing Less Well That They Rub All The Edge Off Their Subsequent Work.