…determined to enjoy her luxury of grief uncomforted.

It's so hard to get up again—although of course the harder it is the more satisfaction you have when you do get up, haven't you?

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

Good night, belovedest. Your sleep will be sweet if there is any influences in the wishes of your own.

It's rather hard to decide just when people are grown up.

Cakes have such a terrible habit of turning out bad just when you especially want them to be good.

I have learned to look upon each little hindrance as a jest and each great one as a foreshadowing of victory.