Some people care too much. I think it's called love.
By the time it came to the edge of the Forest, the stream had grown up, so that it was almost a river, and, being grown-up, it did not run and jump and sparkle along as it used to do when it was younger, but moved more slowly. For it knew now where it was going, and it said to itself, βThere is no hurry. We shall get there some day.β But all the little streams higher up in the Forest went this way and that, quickly, eagerly, having so much to find out before it was too late.
People say nothing is impossible, but I do nothing every day.
Almost anyone can be an author; the business is to collect money and fame from this state of being.
Childhood is not the happiest time of one's life, but only to a child is pure happiness possible.
Sometimes, if you stand on the bottom rail of a bridge and lean over to watch the river slipping slowly away beneath you, you will suddenly know everything there is to be known.