If you can't be cheerful, be as cheerful as you can.

But Anne with her elbows on the window sill, her soft cheek laid against her clasped hands, and her eyes filled with visions, looked out unheedingly across city roof and spire to that glorious dome of sunset sky and wove her dreams of a possible future from the golden tissue of youth's own optimism. All the Beyond was hers, with its possibilities lurking rosily in the oncoming years — each year a rose of promise to be woven into an immortal chaplet.

But she had long ago learned that when she wandered into the realm of fancy she must go alone. The way to it was by an enchanted path where not even her dearest might follow her.

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

Good night, belovedest. Your sleep will be sweet if there is any influences in the wishes of your own.

I wish every one in the world was as warm and sheltered as we are tonight.

There are many worse friends than the soft, silent, furry, cat-folk.