You shouldn't make jokes if it makes you so unhappy.

I'd give all the wealth that years have piled, the slow result of life's decay, To be once more a little child for one bright summer day.

It’s a miserable story!” said Bruno. “It begins miserably, and it ends miserablier. I think I shall cry. Sylvie, please lend me your handkerchief.” “I haven’t got it with me,” Sylvie whispered. “Then I won’t cry,” said Bruno manfully.

One thing was certain, that the white kitten had had nothing to do with it-- it was the black kitten's fault entirely.

...those serpents! There's no pleasing them!

Speak in French when you can't think of the English for a thing. Turn out your toes as you walk. And remember who you are!

She generally gave herself very good advice, (though she very seldom followed it).