Some nights are like honey - and some like wine - and some like wormwood.

Night is beautiful when you are happy--comforting when you are in grief--terrible when you are lonely and unhappy.

But Anne with her elbows on the window sill, her soft cheek laid against her clasped hands, and her eyes filled with visions, looked out unheedingly across city roof and spire to that glorious dome of sunset sky and wove her dreams of a possible future from the golden tissue of youth's own optimism. All the Beyond was hers, with its possibilities lurking rosily in the oncoming years — each year a rose of promise to be woven into an immortal chaplet.

We don't know where we're going, but isn't is fun to go?

Before this war is over,' [Walter] said - or something said through his lips - 'every man and woman and child in Canada will feel it - you, Mary, will feel it - feel it to your heart's core. You will weep tears of blood over it. The Piper has come - and he will pipe until every corner of the world has heard his awful and irresistible music. It will be years before the dance of death is over - years, Mary. And in those years millions of hearts will break.

I'm really a very happy, contented little person in spite of my broken heart.

There is a book of Revelation in every one's life, as there is in the Bible.