It does not do to laugh at the pangs of youth. They are very terrible because youth has not yet learned that 'this, too, will pass away.

I've always loved the night and I'll like lying awake and thinking over everything in life, past, present and to come. Especially to come.

Isn't it good just to be alive on a day like this? I pity the people who aren't born yet for missing it.

Isn't it terrible the way some unworthy folks are loved, while others that deserve it far more, you'd think, never get much affection?

Besides, I've been feeling a little blue — just a pale, elusive azure. It isn't serious enough for anything darker.

…always felt the pain of her friends so keenly that she could not speak easy, fluent words of comforting. Besides, she remembered how well-meant speeches had hurt her in her own sorrow and was afraid.

It's good advice, but I expect it will be hard to follow; good advice is apt to be, I think.