There is in us a lyric germ or nucleus which deserves respect it bids a man to ponder or create and in this dim corner of himself he can take refuge and find consolations which the society of his fellow creatures does not provide. – Norman Douglas
It is Christmas Eve, and the fairies come to good children and bring them gingerbread. – C.C. Shackford, “Christmas Eve in Germany,” c.1870, from the German