There Is Naught A Man Or Woman

Never Did She Find Anything So Difficult As To Keep Herself From Losing Her Temper When She Was Suddenly Disturbed While Absorbed In A Book. People Who Are Fond Of Books Know The Feeling Of Irritation Which Sweeps Over Them At Such A Moment. The Temptation To Be Unreasonable And Snappish Is One Not Easy To Manage.

It's So Easy That When You Begin You Can't Stop. You Just Go On And On Doing It Always.

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.

I Am Writing In The Garden. To Write As One Should Of A Garden One Must Write Not Outside It Or Merely Somewhere Near It, But In The Garden.

At That Moment A Very Good Thing Was Happening To Her. Four Good Things Had Happened To Her, In Fact, Since She Came To Misselthwaite Manor. She Had Felt As If She Had Understood A Robin And That He Had Understood Her; She Had Run In The Wind Until Her Blood Had Grown Warm; She Had Been Healthily Hungry For The First Time In Her Life; And She Had Found Out What It Was To Be Sorry For Someone.