Some children have a most disagreeable way of getting grown-up: I hope you won't do anything of that sort before we meet again.

My best love to yourself-to your mother my kindest regards-to your small, fat, impertinent, ignorant brother my hatred.

As to dancing, my dear, I never dance, unless I am allowed to do it in my own peculiar way. There is no use trying to describe it: it has to be seen to be beli…

They did things very simply in those days: if you had a lot of money, you just dug a hole under the hedge, and popped it in: then you said you had 'put it in t…

A little while ago, not much more than a few days ago, I was a child who went about in a world of colors, of hard and tangible forms. Everything was mysterious…

The Schoolboy, with his satchel in his hand, Whistling aloud to bear his courage up.

So, what's it like in the real world? Well, the food is better, but beyond that, I don't recommend it.