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

Those who can soar to the highest heights can also plunge to the deepest depths and the natures which enjoy most keenly are those which also suffer most sharply.

People who don't like cats always seem to think there is some peculiar virtue in not liking them.

When I read that the flash came, and I took a sheet of paper. . .and I wrote on it: I, Emily Byrd Starr, do solemnly vow this day that I will climb the Alpine Path and write my name on the scroll of fame.

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

Snow in April is abominable," said Anne. "Like a slap in the face when you expect a kiss.

Don't you know that it is only very foolish folk who talk sense all the time?