It is at despair at not being able to be noble and beautiful by natural means that we have made up our faces so strangely. ― Charles Baudelaire

 “The robin flew from his swinging spray of ivy on to the top of the wall and he opened his beak and sang a loud, lovely trill, merely to show off. Nothing in the world is quite as adorably lovely as a robin when he shows off - and they are nearly always doing it.”

― Frances Hodgson Burnett, The Secret Garden