If You Fill Your Mind With A

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

On The Hob Was A Little Brass Kettle, Hissing And Boiling; Spread Upon The Floor Was A Warm, Thick Rug; Before The Fire Was A Folding-chair, Unfolded And With Cushions On It; By The Chair Was A Small Folding-table, Unfolded, Covered With A White Cloth, And Upon It Were Spread Small Covered Dishes, A Cup And Saucer, And A Tea-pot; On The Bed Were New, Warm Coverings, A Curious Wadded Silk Robe, And Some Books. The Little, Cold, Miserable Room Seemed Changed Into Fairyland. It Was Actually Warm And Glowing.

Of Course There Must Be Lots Of Magic In The World," He Said Wisely One Day, "but People Don't Know What It Is Like Or How To Make It. Perhaps The Beginning Is Just To Say Nice Things Are Going To Happen Until You Make Them Happen. I Am Going To Try And Experiment.

To Let A Sad Thought Or A Bad One Get Into Your Mind Is As Dangerous As Letting A Scarlet Fever Germ Get Into Your Body. If You Let It Stay There After It Has Got In, You May Never Get Over It As Long As You Live.

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.