Since ever the world was spinning And till the world shall end You've your man in the beginning Or you have him in the end, But to have him from start to finish And neither nor borrow nor lend Is what all of the girls are wanting And none of the gods can send

She had never before minded being alone. Now she dreaded it. When she was alone now she felt so dreadfully alone.

Who would endure life if it were not for the hope of death?

That is one good thing about this world - there are always sure to be more springs.

Nobody whom this war has touched will ever be happy again in quite the same way. But it will be a better happiness, I think, little sister - a happiness we've earned.

I've done my best, and I begin to understand what is meant by 'the joy of strife'. Next to trying and winning, the best thing is trying and failing.

Look, do you see that poem?' she said suddenly, pointing.