Quotes by : D. Alexander Neill

Thus unto winter’s chill embrace I turnWho once the summer’s sun did blithely bide ‘Neath solemn....

The baker kneads; the weaver knits;The smithy plies the sun-bright steel;The potter turns; the farmer....

Lark’s SongThat child who from Diana’s thought is bornA huntress swift, who doth the world adornWith....

What I am trying to tell you,” Trinka said softly, looking back at him, “is that there are good ways....