People who haven’t red hair don’t know what trouble is.

Matthew, much to his own surprise, was enjoying himself. Like most quiet folks he liked talkative people when they were willing to do the talking themselves and did not expect him to keep up his end of it.

Fear is a confession of weakness. What you fear is stronger than you, or you think it is, else you wouldn't be afraid of it.

When I left Queen's my future seemed to stretch out before me like a straight road. I thought I could see along it for many a milestone. Now there is a bend in it. I don't know what lies around the bend, but I'm going to believe that the best does.

But the worst of imagining things is that the time comes when you have to stop and that hurts.

…I'm so thankful for friendship. It beautifies life so much.

I feel as if I had opened a book and found roses of yesterday sweet and fragrant, between its leaves.