Eleanor Farjeon

“Praise for the singing! Praise for the morning! Praise for them, springing Fresh from the Word!”

“What you need for a poetry recital is a magnificent sense of self-importance.”

“Cats, as a class, have never completely got over the snootiness caused by the fact that in Ancient Egypt they were worshipped as gods.”

“Mine is the sunlight! Mine is the morning, born of the one light Eden saw play!”

“In that first garden, beauty was a thing of perfect peace.”

“A rhyme is a magical thing.”

“Morning has broken like the first morning, blackbird has spoken like the first bird.”

“What is a weed? A plant whose virtues have not yet been discovered.”

“There is no death, daughter. People die only when we forget them.”

“The moment one gives close attention to anything, even a blade of grass, it becomes a mysterious, awesome, indescribably magnificent world in itself.”

“I think that all the best children's books have a layer of something for the adult reader.”