never write a line you'd be ashamed to read at your own funeral.

I've always held that early marriage is a sure indication of second-rate goods that had to be sold in a hurry." - Martin Harris

Anne laughed and sighed. She felt very old and mature and wise — which showed how young she was.

The body grows slowly and steadily but the soul grows by leaps and bounds. It may come to its full stature in an hour.

A child that has a quick temper, just blaze up and cool down, ain't never likely to be sly or deceitful.

Valancy herself had never quite relinquished a certain pitiful, shamed, little hope that Romance would come her way yet - never, until this wet, horrible morning, when she wakened to the fact that she was twenty-nine and unsought by any man. Ay, there lay the sting. Valancy did not mind so much being an old maid. After all, she thought, being an old maid couldn’t possibly be as dreadful as being married to an Uncle Wellignton or an Uncle Benjamin, or even an Uncle Herbert. What hurt her was that she had never had a chance to be anything but an old maid.

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