We Ought Always To Try To Influence

Do You Know What I Think Mayflowers Are, Marilla? I Think They Must Be The Souls Of The Flowers That Died Last Summer, And This Is Their Heaven.

I Read Somewhere Once That Souls Were Like Flowers,' Said Priscilla. 'then Your Soul Is A Golden Narcissus,' Said Anne, 'and Diana's Is Like A Red, Red Rose. Jane's Is An Apple Blossom, Pink And Wholesome And Sweet.' 'and Our Own Is A White Violet, With Purple Streaks In Its Heart,' Finished Priscilla.

Nothing Worth While Is Every Easy Come By.

I Am Simply A Book Drunkard.

All Life Lessons Are Not Learned At College,'she Thought. Life Teaches Them Everywhere.