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

I know I haven't much sense or sobriety, but I've got what is ever so much better — the knack of making people like me.

It was November--the month of crimson sunsets, parting birds, deep, sad hymns of the sea, passionate wind-songs in the pines. Anne roamed through the pineland alleys in the park and, as she said, let that great sweeping wind blow the fogs out of her soul.

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

Isn't it splendid to think of all the things there are to find out about? It just makes me feel glad to be alive-it's such an interesting world.

We pay a price for everything we get or take in this world; and although ambitions are well worth having, they are not to be cheaply won, but exact their dues of work and self denial, anxiety and discouragement.

It's been my experience that you can nearly always enjoy things if you make up your mind firmly that you will.