A Good Laugh Is As Good As

Anne Always Remembered The Silvery, Peaceful Beauty And Fragrant Calm Of That Night. It Was The Last Night Before Sorrow Touched Her Life; And No Life Is Ever Quite The Same Again When Once That Cold, Sanctifying Touch Has Been Laid Upon It.

Despair Is A Free Man--hope Is A Slave.

You Must Pay The Penalty Of Growing-up, Paul. You Must Leave Fairyland Behind You.

It's Rather Hard To Decide Just When People Are Grown Up.

I Like To Hear A Storm At Night. It Is So Cosy To Snuggle Down Among The Blankets And Feel That It Can't Get At You.