Know you what it is to be a child? It is to be something very different from the man of to-day. It is to have a spirit yet streaming from the waters of baptism; it is to believe in love, to believe in loveliness, to believe in belief; it is to be so little that the elves can reach to whisper in your ear; it is to turn pumpkins into coaches, and mice into horses, lowness into loftiness, and nothing into everything, for each child has its fairy godmother in its own soul; it is to live in a nutshell and to count yourself the king of infinite space.

—Francis Thompson, “Shelley” QxGH3EPyGz6qog86h8RDOEH7F3PYICzz3qcJSfQRcthQ/1gGUs+AfdvyIao5t00G