If You Can't Be Cheerful, Be As

Don't You Ever Imagine Things Differently Than What They Are? Oh, Marilla, How Much You Miss.

To Love Is Easy And Therefore Common - But To Understand - How Rare It Is!

Nothing Mattered Much To Me For A Time There, After You Told Me You Could Never Love Me, Anne. There Was Nobody Else -- There Never Could Be Anybody Else For Me But You. I've Loved You Ever Since That Day You Broke Your Slate Over My Head In School.

It's Been My Experience That You Can Nearly Always Enjoy Things If You Make Up Your Mind Firmly That You Will.

There Is Another Bend In The Road After This. No One Knows What Will Happen.