I always knew that I wanted to be a writer. I think I was six or seven when I learned how to read, and I still remember it.
A child is fed with milk and praise.
It is well enough, when one is talking to a friend, to lodge in an odd word by way of counsel now and then; but there is something mighty irksome in its staring upon one in a letter, where one ought to see only kind words and friendly remembrances.
A child's a plaything for an hour.
Nothing is as simple as we hope it will be.
Pleasant is a rainy winter's day, within doors! The best study for such a day, or the best amusement,—call it which you will,—is a book of travels, describing scenes the most unlike that sombre one
Then he got more books. He saved all the books.
Stress is a signal that something needs to change. Suffering, is when we don't make the change!