I went looking for my dreams outside of myself and discovered, it's not what the world holds for you, it's what you bring to it.

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.

Just as soon as you attain to one ambition you see another one glittering higher up still. It does make life so interesting.

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.

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.

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