Whenever you looked forward to anything pleasant you were sure to be more or less disappointed . . . perhaps that is true. But there is a good side to it too. The bad things don't always come up to your expectations either . . . they nearly always turn out ever so much better than you think.

The only thing I envy about a cat is its purr," remarked Dr. Blythe once, listening to Doc's resonant melody. "It is the most contented sound in the world.

You have the itch for writing born in you. It's quite incurable. What are you going to do with it?

Nothing mattered much to me for a time there, after you told me you could never love me, Anne. There was nobody else -- there never could be anybody else for me but you. I've loved you ever since that day you broke your slate over my head in school.

She will love deeply--suffer terribly--she will have glorious moments to compensate.

one reason why I like writing poetry - you can say so many things in it that are true in poetry but wouldn't be true in prose.

Twilight drops her curtain down, and pins it with a star.