Mistress Mary Quite Contrary

I am writing in the garden. To write as one should of a garden one must write not outside it or merely somewhere near it, but in the garden.

And the secret garden bloomed and bloomed and every morning revealed new miracles.

She did not care very much for other little girls, but if she had plenty of books she could console herself.

If I go on talking and talking...and telling you things about pretending, I shall bear it better. You don't forget, but you bear it better.

When a man is overcome by anger, he has a poisoned fever. He loses his strength, he loses his power over himself and over others. He throws away time in which he might have gained the end he desires. The is no time for anger in the world. - The Ancient One

"It's so beautiful!" she said, a little breathless with her speed. "You never saw anything so beautiful! It has come! I thought it had come that other morning, but it was only coming. It is here now! It has come, the Spring!"