When am I happy and when am I sad and what is the difference? What do I need to know to stay alive? What is true in the world?
I think mice Are rather nice. Their tails are long, Their faces small, They haven't any Chins at all.
And though you should live in a palace of gold, or sleep in a dried up ditch, You could never be as poor as the fairies are, and never as rich.
Have you watched the fairies when the rain is done, Spreading out their little wings to dry them in the sun?
Blind folk see the fairies. Oh, better far than we, Who miss the shining of their wings Because our eyes are filled with things We do not wish to see.
Deaf folk hear the fairies However soft their song; 'Tis we who lose the honey sound Amid the clamor all around That beats the whole day long.
There are fairies at the bottom of our garden.
To be human means to feel inferior.
Do not be afraid of Christ! He takes nothing away, and he gives you everything.
I never met a Jesuit before I applied for the order.
There were very few black people in Montana but we never felt out of place.