She is too fond of books, and it has turned her brain.

I never wanted to go away, and the hard part now is the leaving you all. I'm not afraid, but it seems as if I should be homesick for you even in heaven.

I like adventures, and I’m going to find some.

…what splendid dreams young people build upon a word, and how bitter is the pain when the bright bubbles burst.

Now and then, in this workaday world, things do happen in the delightful storybook fashion, and what a comfort that is.

We don't choose our talents; but we needn't hide them in a napkin because they are not just what we want.

Is it not meningitis?