Their happiness was in each others keeping, and both were unafraid.

I can just imagine myself sitting down at the head of the table and pouring out the tea," said Anne, shutting her eyes ecstatically. "And asking Diana if she takes sugar! I know she doesn't but of course I'll ask her just as if I didn't know.

It is never quite safe to think we have done with life. When we imagine we have finished our story fate has a trick of turning the page and showing us yet another chapter.

Despair is a free man--hope is a slave.

I am simply a book drunkard.

she was richer in those dreams than in realities; for things seen pass away, but the things that are unseen are eternal.

Dramatic things always have a bitterness for some one.