Know you what it is
to be a child? It is something very different from the man of today. 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 soul.
-- Shelly, In the Dublin Review,
July 1908