I should rather like to tear these last pages out of the book. Shall I? No-a journal ought not to cheat.

Why is summer mist romantic and autumn mist just sad?

Just to be in love seemed the most blissful luxury I had ever known. The thought came to me that perhaps it is the loving that counts, not the being loved in return -- that perhaps true loving can never know anything but happiness. For a moment I felt that I had discovered a great truth.

Prayer's a very tricky business.

But some characters in books are really real--Jane Austen's are; and I know those five Bennets at the opening of Pride and Prejudice, simply waiting to raven the young men at Netherfield Park, are not giving one thought to the real facts of marriage.

... for I know I shall be interrupted-- I shall want to be, really, because life is too exciting to sit still for long.

There is something revolting about the way girls' minds so often jump to marriage long before they jump to love.