I wonder what it would be like to live in a world where it was always June.

We are never half so interesting when we have learned that language is given us to enable us to conceal our thoughts.

I shall give life here my best, and I believe it will give its best to me in return.

…the Lake of Shining Waters was blue — blue — blue; not the changeful blue of spring, nor the pale azure of summer, but a clear, steadfast, serene blue, as if the water were past all modes and tenses of emotion and had settled down to a tranquillity unbroken by fickle dreams.

Oh", she thought, "how horrible it is that people have to grow up-and marry-and change!

It's so easy to be wicked without knowing it, isn't it?

I have learned to look upon each little hindrance as a jest and each great one as a foreshadowing of victory.