ما أحكم أولئك الأقدمين الذين كانوا ينسبون طغمة التجار إلى فصيلة اللصوص. - Alexandre Dumas fils

Her delight in the smallest things was like that of a child. There were days when she ran in the garden, like a child of ten, after a butterfly or a dragon-fly. This courtesan who had cost more money in bouquets than would have kept a whole family in comfort, would sometimes sit on the grass for an hour, examining the simple flower whose name she bore.

We are not allowed to have hearts, under penalty of being hooted down.

The child is small, and he includes the man; the brain is narrow, and it harbours thought; the eye is but a point, and it covers leagues