There Are Like To Be Short Graces

A Child's Nature Is Too Serious A Thing To Admit Of Its Being Regarded As A Mere Appendage To Another Being.

There Is A Pleasure In Affecting Affectation.

We All Have Some Taste Or Other, Of Too Ancient A Date To Admit Of Our Remembering It Was An Acquired One.

While Childhood, And While Dreams, Producing Childhood, Shall Be Left, Imagination Shall Not Have Spread Her Holy Wings Totally To Fly The Earth.

We Are Ashamed At The Sight Of A Monkey--somehow As We Are Shy Of Poor Relations.