I can't cheer up — I don't want to cheer up. It's nicer to be miserable!

Cakes have such a terrible habit of turning out bad just when you especially want them to be good.

Anne came dancing home in the purple winter twilight across the snowy places.

But was anything in life, Anne asked herself wearily, like one's imagination of it?

I know I chatter on far too much... but if you only knew how many things I want to say and don't. Give me SOME credit.

Isn't it splendid to think of all the things there are to find out about? It just makes me feel glad to be alive-it's such an interesting world.

Facts are stubborn things, but, as some one has wisely said, not half so stubborn as fallacies.