Oh, but Aunt Polly, Aunt Polly, you haven't left me any time at all just to- to live.

It's funny how dogs and cats know the inside of folks better than other folks do, isn't it?

The sun was slowly setting in the west, casting golden beams of light into the somber old room.

You lose such a lot of time just sleeping ... when you might just be living! ... It seems such a pity we can't live nights too.

One day it was about getting married that mother talked with me, and I said I was so glad that when you didn't like being married, or got tired of your husband, you could get Unmarried.

I love different folks.

I long ago discovered that you can't TELL about Pollyanna. The minute you try to, she sounds priggish and preachy, and--impossible. Yet you and I know she is anything but that.