You Must Pay The Penalty Of Growing-up,

It Would Be Lovely To Sleep In A Wild Cherry-tree All White With Bloom In The Moonshine

There Are So Many Unpleasant Things In The World Already That There Is No Use In Imagining Any More.

One June Evening, When The Orchards Were Pink-blossomed Again, When The Frogs Were Singing Silverly Sweet In The Marshes About The Head Of The Lake Of Shining Waters, And The Air Was Full Of The Savor Of Clover Fields And Balsamic Fir Woods, Anne Was Sitting By Her Gable Window. She Had Been Studying Her Lessons, But It Had Grown Too Dark To See The Book, So She Had Fallen Into Wide-eyed Reverie, Looking Out Past The Boughs Of The Snow Queen, Once More Bestarred With Its Tufts Of Blossom.

You Can't Have Many Exclamation Points Left,' Thought Anne, 'but No Doubt The Supply Of Italics Is Inexhaustible.

You Were Never Poor As Long As You Had Something To Love.