Only In Dreams Of Spring Shall I

What You Have To Do With Your Mind, When Your Body Is Miserable, Is To Make It Think Of Something Else.

The Difficulty Will Be To Keep Her From Learning Too Fast And Too Much. She Is Always Sitting With Her Little Nose Burrowing Into Books. She Doesn't Read Them, Miss Minchin; She Gobbles Them Up As If She Were A Little Wolf Instead Of A Little Girl. She Is Always Starving For New Books To Gobble, And She Wants Grown-up Books--great, Big, Fat Ones--french And German As Well As English--history And Biography And Poets, And All Sorts Of Things. Drag Her Away From Her Books When She Reads Too Much.

At First People Refuse To Believe That A Strange New Thing Can Be Done, Then They Begin To Hope It Can Be Done, Then They See It Can Be Done--then It Is Done And All The World Wonders Why It Was Not Done Centuries Ago.

If You Fill Your Mind With A Beautiful Thought, There Will Be No Room In It For An Ugly One. - King Amor

The Truth Is That When One Is Still A Child-or Even If One Is Grown Up- And Has Been Well Fed, And Has Slept Long And Softly And Warm; When One Has Gone To Sleep In The Midst Of A Fairy Story, And Has Wakened To Find It Real, One Cannot Be Unhappy Or Even Look As If One Were; And One Could Not, If One Tried, Keep A Glow Of Joy Out Of One's Eyes.