I feel as if I had opened a book and found roses of yesterday sweet and fragrant, between its leaves.

I hate to lend a book I love...it never seems quite the same when it comes back to me.

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

I'm afraid to speak or move for fear that all this wonderful beauty will just vanish... like a broken silence.

When you've learned to laugh at the things that should be laughed at, and not to laugh at those that shouldn't, you've got wisdom and understanding. -Aunt Jimsie

Everything is new in the spring. Springs themselves are always so new, too. No spring is ever just like any other spring. It always has something of its own to be its own peculiar sweetness.

She looked like a head-on collision between a fashion plate and a nightmare.