Making A Journey By Night Is More

One Summer Morning At Sunrise A Long Time Ago I Met A Little Girl With A Book Under Her Arm. I Asked Her Why She Was Out So Early And She Answered That There Were Too Many Books And Far Too Little Time. And There She Was Absolutely Right.

The Lamp Sizzled As It Burned. It Made Everything Seem Close And Safe, A Little Family Circle They All Knew And Trusted. Outside This Circle Lay Everything That Was Strange And Frightening, And The Darkness Seemed To Reach Higher And Higher And Further And Further Away, Right To The End Of The World.

Storms Probably Exist Only Because After Them We Can Have A Sunrise.

Why Are You In Such A Rush?" Sophia Asked, And Her Grandmother Answered That It Was A Good Idea To Do Things Before You Forgot That They Had To Be Done.

You Can't Always Be Friendly. It's Impossible, There Isn't The Time.