Every intoxicating delight of early spring was in the air. The breeze that fanned her cheek was laden with subtle perfume and the crisp, fresh odor of unfolding leaves.

The seasons run with swift feet.

Be sure that you are right; and then go ahead.

Sometimes it seems to me that the more we get hurt in this world the decenter it makes us.

I do not know why it is the fate of the world always to want something different from what life gives them.

Every intoxicating delight of early spring was in the air. The breeze that fanned her cheek was laden with subtle perfume and the crisp, fresh odor of unfolding leaves.

The world is full of happy people but no one ever hears of them. You have to fight and make a scandal to get in the papers. No one knows about all the happy people.