Leave nothing important unsaid

«qu'il s'agisse de la maison, des étoiles ou du désert, ce qui fait leur beauté est invisible!»

«Si tu viens, par example, à quatre heures de l'après-midi, dès trois heures je commencerai d'être heureux.»

You needn't cry so much about it. You're not killed yet—though if you were, you couldn't cry, you know, and so it's a general rule against crying, my dear!

The first rule is, that it must be a very hot day—that we may consider as settled: and you must be just a little sleepy—but not too sleepy to keep your eyes open, mind. Well, and you ought to feel a little—what one may call 'fairysh'— the Scotch call it 'eerie', and perhaps that's a prettier word; if you don't know what it means, I'm afraid I can hardly explain it; you must wait till you meet a Fairy and then you'll know.

But, brothers, this biting of their toe-nails over what is the cause of badness is what turns me into a fine laughing malchick. They don't go into what is the cause of goodness, so why of the other shop? If lewdies are good that's because they like it, and I wouldn't ever interfere with their pleasures, and so of the other shop. More, badness is of the self, the one, the you or me on our oddy knockies, and that self is made by Old Bog or God [...]

They say you only really appreciate a garden once you reach a certain age, and I suppose there is a truth in that. It's probably something to do with the circle of life. There seems to be something miraculous about seeing the relentless optimism of new growth after the bleakness of winter, a kind of joy in the difference every year, the way nature chooses to show off different parts of the garden to its full advantage.

[...] if you're going to wear a dress like that you need to wear it with confidence. You need to fill it mentally as well as physically.

When there's strife and when there's trouble
Call on Peevsie, he'll make double!