Mrs. Lynde says, 'Blessed are they who expect nothing for they shall not be disappointed.

there's no use trying to live in other people's opinions. The only thing to do is live in your own.

She wanted to be alone - to think things out - to adjust herself, if it were possible, to the new world in which she seemed to have been transplanted with a suddenness and completeness that left her half bewildered to her own identity.

For there is no bond more lasting than that formed by the mutual confidences of that magic time when youth is slipping from the sheath of childhood and beginning to wonder what lies for it beyond those misty hills that bound the golden road.

I wish we could see perfumes as well as smell them. I'm sure they would be very beautiful.

Facts are stubborn things, but, as some one has wisely said, not half so stubborn as fallacies.

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.