And we, who always think of happiness
rising, would feel the emotion
that almost confounds us
when a happy thing falls.
— Rainer Maria Rilke, from “The Tenth Elegy”, translated by Edward Snow
All mimsy were the borogoves,
And the mome raths outgrabe.
— Lewis Carroll, from ‘Jabberwocky’
[It is not often that someone comes along who is a true friend and a good writer.] Charlotte was both.
from Charlotte’s Web
[As he peered ahead into the great land that stretched before him, the way seemed long.] But the sky was bright, and he somehow felt that he was headed in the right direction.
from Stuart Little