Because when you are imagining, you might as well imagine something worth while.

War was a hellish, horrible hideous thing - too horrible and hideous to happen in the twentieth century between civilised nations.

I've had a splendid time," she concluded happily, "and I feel that it marks an epoch in my life. But the best of it all was the coming home.

…the Lake of Shining Waters was blue — blue — blue; not the changeful blue of spring, nor the pale azure of summer, but a clear, steadfast, serene blue, as if the water were past all modes and tenses of emotion and had settled down to a tranquillity unbroken by fickle dreams.

It's rather hard to decide just when people are grown up.

It's so easy to be wicked without knowing it, isn't it?

I don't know that she is as amusing as she was when she was a child, but she makes me love her and I like people who make me love them. It saves me so much trouble in making myself love them.