Look at that sea, girls--all silver and shadow and vision of things not seen. We couldn't enjoy its loveliness any more if we had millions of dollars and ropes of diamonds.

I couldn't live where there were no trees--something vital in me would starve.

It's not what the world holds for you. It's what you bring to it.

There is nothing more aggravating than a man who won't talk back - unless it is a woman who won't.

The world looks like something God had just imaged for his own pleasure, doesn't it?

I wonder what it would be like to live in a world where it was always June.

But it ain't our feelings we have to steer by through life--no, no, we'd make shipwreck mighty often if we did that. There's only the one safe compass and we've got to set our course by that--what it's right to do.