“Anon, to sudden silence won, In fancy they pursueThe dream-child moving through the landOf wonders wild and new,In friendly chat with bird or beast - And half believe it true.”

“An insincere and evil friend is more to be feared than a wild beast; a wild beast may wound your body, but an evil friend will wound your mind.”

“Out of the new arrivals in our lives--the odd word stumbled upon in a difficult text, the handsome black stranger who bursts in one night through the cat door, the telephone call out of a friend's silence of years, the sudden greeting from the girl-child---we constantly make of ourselves our selves.”

“Bid them be patient, and some day, anon,They shall feel earth enwrapt in silence deep;Shall greet, in wonderment, the quiet dawn,And in content may turn them to their sleep.”

“Dream not...of having tasted all the grandeur & wildness of Fancy, till you have gone mad.”

“I wonder what right we have to believe our childhood dreams will come true.”