I suppose it was a romantic was to perish... for a mouse

I do know my own mind,' protested Anne. 'The trouble is, my mind changes and then I have to get acquainted with it all over again.

one reason why I like writing poetry - you can say so many things in it that are true in poetry but wouldn't be true in prose.

We are never half so interesting when we have learned that language is given us to enable us to conceal our thoughts.

Because when you are imagining, you might as well imagine something worth while.

I can't cheer up — I don't want to cheer up. It's nicer to be miserable!

There are many worse friends than the soft, silent, furry, cat-folk.