StarlightHope: A river seems a magic thing. A magic, moving, living part of the very earth itself.
StarlightHope: I come from haunts of coot and hern; I make a sudden sally, and sparkle out among the fern, to bicker down a valley.
StarlightHope: I now find the most marvelous things in the everyday, the ordinary, the common, the simple and tangible.
StarlightHope: From the outside looking in, you can never understand it. From the inside looking out, you can never explain it.
StarlightHope: On a bus, your eyes, ears, and pores are open absorbing in the variety, the wonder, and the magic of the city. It's a wonderful way to get to know the city.
StarlightHope: I would rather be poor in a cottage full of books than a king without the desire to read.
StarlightHope: Yesterday is but a dream, and tomorrow is only a vision, but today well lived makes every yesterday a dream of happiness and every tomorrow a vision of hope.