Secrets are generally terrible. Beauty is not often hidden — only ugliness and deformity.

We belong to the race that knows Joseph

I've loved you ever since that day you broke your slate over my head in school.

No use in taking a cat's opinion of a dog.

We came to the comforting conclusion that the Creator probably knew how to run His universe quite as well as we do, and that, after all, there are no such things as 'wasted' lives, saving and except when am individual wilfully squanders and wastes his own life.

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.

I know you're a fool, Jim Hardy, but for heaven's sake pretend you're not for five minutes.