It's dreadful what little things lead people to misunderstand each other.

Thank goodness, we can choose our friends. We have to take our relatives as they are, and be thankful.

Words aren't made — they grow,' said Anne.

Don't you just love poetry that gives you a crinkly feeling up and down your back?

To love is easy and therefore common - but to understand - how rare it is!

I can't help flying up on the wings of anticipation. It's as glorious as soaring through a sunset... almost pays for the thud.

I'd rather look ridiculous when everybody else does than plain and sensible all by myself.