A house that does not have one warm, comfy chair in it is soulless

A house that does not have one warm, comfy chair in it is soulless.

"I am," I said To no one there And no one heard at all Not even the chair "I am," I cried "I am," said I And I am lost, and I can't even say why Leavin' me lonely still

Each day, and the living of it, has to be a conscious creation in which discipline and order are relieved with some play and pure foolishness.

Don't forget that compared to a grownup person every baby is a genius. Think of the capacity to learn! The freshness, the temperament, the will of a baby a few months old!

There is only one real deprivation... and that is not to be able to give one's gifts to those one loves most.