So Long As I Know What's Expected

In The Garden There Was Nothing Which Was Not Quite Like Themselves - Nothing Which Did Not Understand The Wonderfulness Of What Was Happening To Them - The Immense, Tender, Terrible, Heart-breaking Beauty And Solemnity Of Eggs. If There Had Been One Person In That Garden Who Had Not Known Through All His Or Her Innermost Being That If An Egg Were Taken Away Or Hurt The Whole World Would Whirl Round And Crash Through Space And Come To An End... There Could Have Been No Happiness Even In That Golden Springtime Air.

At First People Refuse To Believe That A Strange New Thing Can Be Done, Then They Begin To Hope It Can Be Done, Then They See It Can Be Done--then It Is Done And All The World Wonders Why It Was Not Done Centuries Ago.

When Mary Lennox Was Sent To Misselthwaite Manor To Live With Her Uncle Everybody Said She Was The Most Disagreeable-looking Child Ever Seen. It Was True Too . . . She Was As Tyrannical And Selfish A Little Pig As Ever Lived.

You Either Build Up Or You Tear Down. You Either Keep In The Light Where You Can See, Or You Stand In The Dark And Fight Everything That Comes Near You, Because You Can't See And You Think It's An Enemy.

Imagine, If You Can, What The Rest Of The Evening Was Like. How They Crouched By The Fire Which Blazed And Leaped And Made Much Of Itself In The Little Grate. How They Removed The Covers Of The Dishes, And Found Rich, Hot Savory Soup, Which Was A Meal In Itself, And Sandwiches And Toast And Muffins Enough For Both Of Them.