I had the most beautiful set of theories you ever knew when I started out as a schoolma'am, but every one of them has failed me at some pinch or another.

You'd find it easier to be bad than good if you had red hair... People who haven't red hair don't know what trouble is.

We can't always take the most obvious road in life.

But if you only knew how many things I want to say and don't.

November is usually such a disagreeable month as if the year had suddenly found out she was growing old and could do nothing but weep and fret over it.

Oh, I know I'll improve. It's just that my life is a perfect graveyard of buried hopes now. That's a sentence I read once, and I say it over to comfort myself in these times that try the soul.

I can't eat. I can never eat when I'm in the depths of despair.