That's one splendid thing about such affairs — it's so lovely to look back to them.

Words aren't made — they grow,' said Anne.

That is one consolation when you are poor—there are so many more things you can imagine about.

There was something in her movements that made you think she never walked but always danced.

let's not borrow trouble. The rate of interest is too high.

In daylight I belong to the world . . . in the night to sleep and eternity. But in the dusk I'm free from both and belong only to myself . . . and you

But I believe I rather like superstitious people. They lend color to life. Wouldn't it be a rather drab world if everybody was wise and sensible . . . and good? What would we find to talk about?