Just David

“Why, it would be such fun,' he chuckled, 'to just forget all about the hours when the sun didn't shine, and remember only the nice, pleasant ones.””

— Eleanor H. Porter

“It is to be expected that when one's thoughts lead so persistently to one place, one's feet will follow.””

— Eleanor H. Porter

“Father says that I'm one little instrument in the great Orchestra of Life, and that I must see to it that I'm always in tune, and don't drag or hit false notes””

— Eleanor H. Porter

“Horas non numero nisi serenas,' 'I count - no - hours but - unclouded ones,””

— Eleanor H. Porter

“The friends, the relatives, the adoring public, the mint of money”

— Eleanor H. Porter

“Side by side stood "The Lady of the Lake," "Treasure Island," and "David Copperfield"; and coverless and dogeared lay "Robinson Crusoe," "The Arabian Nights," and "Grimm's Fairy Tales." There were more, many more, and David devoured them all with eager eyes. The good in them he absorbed as he absorbed the sunshine; the evil he cast aside unconsciously”

— Eleanor H. Porter

“More extraordinary than all this to David, however, was the fact that these people regarded HIM, not themselves, as being strange. As if it were not the most natural thing in the world to live with one's father in one's home on the mountain-top, and spend one's days trailing through the forest paths, or lying with a book beside some babbling little stream! As if it were not equally natural to take one's violin with one at times, and learn to catch upon the quivering strings the whisper of the winds through the trees! Even in winter, when the clouds themselves came down from the sky and covered the earth with their soft whiteness,”

— Eleanor H. Porter

“And they were so very strange”

— Eleanor H. Porter

“Oh, but it wouldn't be a useless walk, sir. Father said nothing was useless that helped to keep us in tune, you know.""In tune!""I mean, you looked as father used to look sometimes, when he felt out of tune. And he always said there was nothing like a walk to put him back again. I”

— Eleanor H. Porter