And The Secret Garden Bloomed And Bloomed

As Long As One Has A Garden, One Has A Future. As Long As One Has A Future, One Is Alive.

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.

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.

Might I," Quavered Mary, "might I Have A Bit Of Earth?

A Person Who Was Clever Ought To Be Clever Enough Not To Be Unjust Or Deliberately Unkind To Anyone.