“None of us ever escape the first few years of our lives. They make a mould into which we are cast, and though it may be broken, and we turned loose, some remnant of it, some intangible evil or lovely thing or both, will remain with us, like the odor to a flower, or the smoothness to a piece of ivory. It is part of the immortality of youth.” YearsFirstsMayEvilPiecesOur LivesChildhoodYouthFlowerBrokenCastsLovelyImmortalityIntangibleIvoryMouldOdorRemnantsLovely Things Book:A Victorian Village: Reminiscences of Other Days Source: A Victorian Village: Reminiscences of Other Days
“A child without an acquaintance of some kind with a classic of literature ... suffers from that impoverishment for the rest of his life. No later intimacy is like that of the first.” FirstsKindChildrenSufferingLiteratureIntimacyClassicAcquaintance Book:A Victorian Village: Reminiscences of Other Days Source: A Victorian Village: Reminiscences of Other Days
