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

A broken heart in real life isn't half as dreadful as it is in books. It's a good deal like a bad tooth, though you won't think THAT a very romantic simile. It takes spells of aching and gives you a sleepless night now and then, but between times it lets you enjoy life and dreams and echoes and peanut candy as if there were nothing the matter with it.

After all, what could you expect from a pig but a grunt?

I heard someone say once that the years from fifteen to nineteen are the best years in a girl's life.

I don't know that she is as amusing as she was when she was a child, but she makes me love her and I like people who make me love them. It saves me so much trouble in making myself love them.

I have a little brown cocoon of an idea that may possibly expand into a magnificent moth of fulfilment.

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