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.

The greatest happiness is to sneeze when you want to.

I hate to lend a book I love...it never seems quite the same when it comes back to me.

I love pretty things; and I hate to look in the glass and see something that isn't pretty. It makes me feel so sorrowful—just as I feel when I look at any ugly thing. I pity it because it isn't beautiful.

It will come sometime. Some beautiful morning she will just wake up and find it is Tomorrow. Not Today but Tomorrow. And then things will happen ... wonderful things.

It's been my experience that you can nearly always enjoy things if you make up your mind firmly that you will.

I've come home in love with loneliness