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.

She suddenly found herself laughing without bitterness.

I am well in body although considerable rumpled up in spirit.

I love bright red drinks, don’t you? They taste twice as good as any other color.

Plum puffs can't minister to a mind diseased or a world that's crumbling to pieces

It’s so much more romantic to end a story up with a funeral than a wedding.

I read in a book once that a rose by any other name would smell as sweet, but I've never been able to believe it. I don't believe a rose WOULD be as nice if it was called a thistle or a skunk cabbage.