Have you ever noticed how many silences there are Gilbert? The silence of the woods....of the shore....of the meadows....of the night....of the summer afternoon. All different because the undertones that thread them are different.

People who are different from other people are always called peculiar,' said Anne.

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.

...the sorrows God sent us brought comfort and strength with them, while the sorrows we brought on ourselves, through folly or wickedness, were by far the hardest to bear.

I don't know which is worse - to have somebody you DON'T like ask you to marry him or NOT have some one you DO like. Both are rather unpleasant.

I'm not a bit changed - not really. I'm only just pruned down and branched out. The real me - back here - is just the same.

Some people go through life trying to find out what the world holds for them only to find out too late that it's what they bring to the world that really counts.