So Long As I Know What's Expected

The Difficulty Will Be To Keep Her From Learning Too Fast And Too Much. She Is Always Sitting With Her Little Nose Burrowing Into Books. She Doesn't Read Them, Miss Minchin; She Gobbles Them Up As If She Were A Little Wolf Instead Of A Little Girl. She Is Always Starving For New Books To Gobble, And She Wants Grown-up Books--great, Big, Fat Ones--french And German As Well As English--history And Biography And Poets, And All Sorts Of Things. Drag Her Away From Her Books When She Reads Too Much.

It's So Different To Be A Sparrow. But Nobody Asked This Rat If He Wanted To Be A Rat When He Was Made. Nobody Said, 'wouldn't You Rather Be A Sparrow?

Perhaps There Is A Language Which Is Not Made Of Words And Everything In The World Understands It.

She Looked Into The Staring Glass Eyes And Complacent Face, And Suddenly A Sort Of Heartbroken Rage Seized Her. She Lifted Her Little Savage Hand And Knocked Emily Off The Chair, Bursting Into A Passion Of Sobbing- Sara Who Never Cried.

When You Will Not Fly Into A Passion People Know You Are Stronger Than They Are, Because You Are Strong Enough To Hold In Your Rage, And They Are Not, And They Say Stupid Things They Wish They Hadn't Said Afterward. There's Nothing So Strong As Rage, Except What Makes You Hold It In--that's Stronger. It's A Good Thing Not To Answer Your Enemies.