I wish I were dead, or that it were tomorrow night,' groaned Phil.

To love is easy and therefore common - but to understand - how rare it is!

It's the worst kind of cruelty — the thoughtless kind. You can't cope with it.

I read somewhere once that souls were like flowers,' said Priscilla. 'Then your soul is a golden narcissus,' said Anne, 'and Diana's is like a red, red rose. Jane's is an apple blossom, pink and wholesome and sweet.' 'And our own is a white violet, with purple streaks in its heart,' finished Priscilla.

If you can sit in silence with a person for half an hour and yet be entirely comfortable, you and that person can be friends. If you cannot, friends you'll never be and you need not waste time in trying.

Life is worth living as long as there's a laugh in it.

All life lessons are not learned at college,'she thought. Life teaches them everywhere.