“Above all things, I delight in listening to stories, and sometimes in telling them.”

“I tell you, there are more worlds, and more doors to them, than you will think of in many years!”

“Somehow, I can't say how, it tells me that all is right; that it is coming to swallow up all cries.”

“I Have been asked to tell you about the back of the north wind. An old Greek writer mentions a people who lived there, and were so comfortable that they could not bear it any longer, and drowned themselves. My story is not the same as his. I do not think Herodotus had got the right account of the place. I am going to tell you how it fared with a boy who went there.”

“Let me, if I may, be ever welcomed to my room in winter by a glowing hearth, in summer by a vase of flowers. If I may not, let me think how nice they would be and bury myself in my work. I do not think that the road to contentment lies in despising what we have not got. Let us acknowledge all good, all delight that the worlds holds, and be content without it.”

“No story ever really ends, and I think I know why. ”

“Few delights can equal the mere presence of one whom we trust utterly.”