Oh, but there's such a difference between saying a thing yourself and hearing other people say it,' wailed Anne. 'You may know a thing is so, but you can't help hoping other people don't quite think it is.

But just think what a dull world it would be if everyone was sensible,' pleaded Anne.

It's such an interesting world. It wouldn't be half so interesting if we knew all about everything, would it?

I am sure we should not shut our hearts against the healing influences that nature offers us. But I understand your feeling. I think we all experience the same thing. We resent the thought that anything can please us when someone we love is no longer here to share the pleasure with us, and we almost feel as if we were unfaithful to our sorrow when we find our interest in life returning to us.

It's bad enough to feel insignificant, but it's unbearable to have it grained into your soul that you will never, can never, be anything but insignificant.

Do you know, Gilbert, there are times when I strongly suspect that I love you!

Why is it that the nicest things never are healthy?