Her Affection For Everything She Could Love

It Made Her Think That It Was Curious How Much Nicer A Person Looked When He Smiled. She Had Not Thought Of It Before.

I Am Writing In The Garden. To Write As One Should Of A Garden One Must Write Not Outside It Or Merely Somewhere Near It, But In The Garden.

Somehow, Something Always Happens Just Before Things Get To The Very Worst. It Is As If Magic Did It. If I Could Only Just Remember That Always. The Worse Thing Never Quite Comes.

What You Have To Do With Your Mind, When Your Body Is Miserable, Is To Make It Think Of Something Else.

When A Man Is Overcome By Anger, He Has A Poisoned Fever. He Loses His Strength, He Loses His Power Over Himself And Over Others. He Throws Away Time In Which He Might Have Gained The End He Desires. The Is No Time For Anger In The World. - The Ancient One