I am fond of children – except boys.
What I tell you three times is true.
Better say nothing at all. Language is worth a thousand pounds a word!
I have had prayers answered – most strangely so sometimes – but I think our Heavenly Father’s loving-kindness has been even more evident in what He has refused me.
Well, when one’s lost, I suppose it’s good advice to stay where you are until someone finds you.
And ever, as the story drained The wells of fancy dry, And faintly strove that weary one To put the subject by, “The rest next time – ” “It is next time!” The Happy voice cry. Thus grew the tale of Wonderland.
When I used to read fairy-tales, I fancied that kind of thing never happened, and now here I am in the middle of one!
No Ghost of any common sense begins a conversation.
I don’t want to take up literature in a money-making spirit, or be very anxious about making large profits, but selling it at a loss is another thing altogether, and an amusement I cannot well afford.
And thus they give the time, that Nature meant for peaceful sleep and meditative snores, to ceaseless din and mindless merriment and waste of shoes and floors.
I believe this thought, of the possibility of death – if calmly realised, and steadily faced would be one of the best possible tests as to our going to any scene of amusement being right or wrong.
His answer trickled through my head like water through a sieve.
No discussion between two persons can be of any use, until each knows clearly what it is that the other asserts.
Death is always sad, I suppose, to us who look forward to it: I expect it will seem very different when we can look back upon it.
Would you be a poet Before you’ve been to school? Ah, well! I hardly thought you So absolute a fool.
Epithets, like pepper, Give zest to what you write; And if you strew them sparely, They whet the appetite: But if you lay them on too thick, You spoil the matter quite!
Abstract qualities begin With capitals alway: The True, the Good, the Beautiful- Those are the things that pay!
Where do you come from? And where are you going? Look up, speak nicely, and don’t twiddle your fingers all the time.
There ought to be a book written about me, that there ought!
And as to being in a fright, Allow me to remark That Ghosts have just as good a right In every way, to fear the light, As Men to fear the dark.