I am writing in the garden. To write as one should have a garden one must write not outside it or merely somewhere near it, but in the garden.

— Frances Hodgson Burnett

I dare say it is rather hard to be a rat,” she mused. “Nobody likes you. People jump and run away and scream out: ‘Oh, a horrid rat!’ I shouldn’t like people to scream and jump and say: ‘Oh, a horrid Sara!’ the moment they saw me, and set traps for me, and pretend they were dinner. It’s so different to be a sparrow. But nobody asked this rat if he wanted to be a rat when he was made. Nobody said: ‘Wouldn’t you rather be a sparrow?

— Frances Hodgson Burnett

...if He made us, He must know He is to blame when He has made us weak or evil. And He must understand why we have been so made, and when we throw ourselves into the dust before Him, and pray for help and pardon, surely--surely He will lend an ear!

— Frances Hodgson Burnett

If nature has made you for a giver, your hands are born open, and so is your heart; and though there may be times when your hands are empty, your heart is always full, and you can give things out of that—warm things, kind things, sweet things—help and comfort and laughter—and sometimes gay, kind laughter is the best help of all.

— Frances Hodgson Burnett

If you fill your mind with a beautiful thought, there will be no room in it for an ugly one. - King Armor

— Frances Hodgson Burnett

If you keep doing it every day as regularly as soldiers go through drill, we shall see what will happened and find out if the experiment succeeds. You learn things by saying them over and over and thinking about them until they stay in your mind forever, and I think it will be the same with Magic. If you keep calling it to come to you and help you, it will get to be part of you and it will stay and do things.

— Frances Hodgson Burnett

If you look the right way, you can see that the whole world is a garden.

— Frances Hodgson Burnett

I know what it is to be hungry, and it is very hard when one cannot even pretend it away. -Sara

— Frances Hodgson Burnett

Is the spring coming?" he said. "What is it like?"..." It is the sun shining on the rain and the rain falling on the sunshine...

— Frances Hodgson Burnett

It is astonishing how short a time it takes for very wonderful things to happen.

— Frances Hodgson Burnett