But I suppose there might be good in things, even if we don't see it.

However many years she lived, Mary always felt that 'she should never forget that first morning when her garden began to grow'.

That's what I look at some people for. I like to know about them. I think them over afterward.

She liked books more than anything else, and was, in fact, always inventing stories of beautiful things and telling them to herself.

Somehow, something always happens just before things get to the very worst. It is as if Magic did it. If I could only just remember that always. The worse thing never quite comes.

People never like me and I never like people

we do not believe until we want a thing and feel that we shall die if 'tis not granted to us, and then we kneel and kneel and believe, because we must have someone to ask help from.