There Is Naught A Man Or Woman

I Dare Say It Is Rather Hard To Be A Rat,” She Mused. “nobody Likes You. People Jump And Run Away And Scream Out: ‘oh, A Horrid Rat!’ I Shouldn’t Like People To Scream And Jump And Say: ‘oh, A Horrid Sara!’ The Moment They Saw Me, And Set Traps For Me, And Pretend They Were Dinner. It’s So Different To Be A Sparrow. But Nobody Asked This Rat If He Wanted To Be A Rat When He Was Made. Nobody Said: ‘wouldn’t You Rather Be A Sparrow?

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.

Somehow, Something Always Happens Just Before Things Get To The Very Worst. It Is As If Magic Did It. If I Could Only Just Remember That Always. The Worse Thing Never Quite Comes.

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

Perhaps There Is A Language Which Is Not Made Of Words And Everything In The World Understands It.