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

When I read that the flash came, and I took a sheet of paper. . .and I wrote on it: I, Emily Byrd Starr, do solemnly vow this day that I will climb the Alpine Path and write my name on the scroll of fame.

Anne always remembered the silvery, peaceful beauty and fragrant calm of that night. It was the last night before sorrow touched her life; and no life is ever quite the same again when once that cold, sanctifying touch has been laid upon it.

Isn't it better to have your heart broken than to have it wither up? Before it could be broken it must have felt something splendid. That would be worth the pain.

All things great are wound up with all things little.

Thank goodness air and salvation are still free...and so is laughter.

I'm sure I shall always feel like a child in the wood.