But childhood prolonged, cannot remain a fairyland. It becomes a hell.

There is always one moment in childhood when the door opens and lets the future in.

Let a man turn to his own childhood -- no further -- if he will renew his sense of remoteness, and of the mystery of change.

There are perhaps no days of our childhood we lived so fully as those we spent with a favorite book.

The stories of childhood leave an indelible impression, and their author always has a niche in the temple of memory from which the image is never cast out to be thrown on the rubbish heap of things that are outgrown and outlived.

That great Cathedral space which was childhood.

Heaven lies about us in our infancy! Shades of the prison-house begin to close upon the growing boy.