Lewis Carroll

“I’d give all the wealth that years have piled, the slow result of life’s decay, to be once more a little child for one bright summer day.”

“I wonder if the snow loves the trees and fields, that it kisses them so gently? And then it covers them up snug, you know, with a white quilt; and perhaps it says “Go to sleep, darlings, till the summer comes again.”

“It's no use going back to yesterday, because I was a different person then.”