No One Can Be Free Who Has

You Have The Itch For Writing Born In You. It's Quite Incurable. What Are You Going To Do With It?

Nobody Is Ever Too Old To Dream. And Dreams Never Grow Old.

I'm Always Sorry When Pleasant Things End. Something Still Pleasanter May Come After, But You Can Never Be Sure.

Snow In April Is Abominable," Said Anne. "like A Slap In The Face When You Expect A Kiss.

But Pearls Are For Tears, The Old Legend Says," Gilbert Had Objected. "i'm Not Afraid Of That. And Tears Can Be Happy As Well As Sad. My Very Happiest Moments Have Been When I Had Tears In My Eyes—when Marilla Told Me I Might Stay At Green Gables—when Matthew Gave Me The First Pretty Dress I Ever Had—when I Heard That You Were Going To Recover From The Fever. So Give Me Pearls For Our Troth Ring, Gilbert, And I'll Willingly Accept The Sorrow Of Life With Its Joy." -anne