But especially, says God, I love children for the look in their eyes. Therein I read their age. This is not astonishing, says God, for I live in their house and look out the windows of their souls. Whenever you meet a clear glance, know then that it is I, smiling at you through the material. Perhaps it is because of God smiling at me out of those people's eyes that I love them.
Friendship is like planting snowdrops in the earth.
For every new spring the chain of snowdrops will be longer.