Grownups! Everyone remembers them. How strange and even sad it is that we never became what they were: beings noble, infallible, and free. We never became them. One of the things we discover as we live is that we never become anything different from what we are. We are no less ourselves at forty than we were at four, and because of this we know grownups as Grownups only once in life: during our own childhood. We never meet them in our lives again, and we will miss them always.
Elizabeth EnrightMaybe we benefit from the providence of others more often than we know.
Elizabeth EnrightNow isn't that nice!' said the old lady. 'If cousins are the right kind, they're best of all: kinder than sisters and brothers, and closer than friends.
Elizabeth EnrightSelf-pity is the hens' besetting sin," remarked Mr. Payton. "Foolish fowl. How they came to achieve anything as perfect as the egg I do not know! I cannot fathom.
Elizabeth EnrightTags: humor sin self-pity eggs chickens
Mr. Payton was at work on his pipe again, lighting and coaxing it. "They need constant attention, pipes, like babies and guinea hens," he said, and sucked in the smoke.
Elizabeth EnrightTags: humor babies tobacco pipes guineas
Already he knew that to overdo a thing is to destroy it.
Elizabeth EnrightTags: balance simplicity life-lessons overdoing fragilty
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