Facts are stubborn things, but, as some one has wisely said, not half so stubborn as fallacies.

You see," she concluded miserably, "when I can call like that to him across space--I belong to him. He doesn't love me--he never will--but I belong to him.

I'd like to add some beauty to life," said Anne dreamily. "I don't exactly want to make people KNOW more... though I know that IS the noblest ambition... but I'd love to make them have a pleasanter time because of me... to have some little joy or happy thought that would never have existed if I hadn't been born.

She suddenly found herself laughing without bitterness.

It is when my umbrella turns inside out that I am convinced of the total depravity of inanimate things.

Oh, sometimes I think it is of no use to make friends. They only go out of your life after awhile and leave a hurt that is worse than the emptiness before they came.

It's as easy to give away a million as a hundred if you have not got either.