Kindred Spirits Alone Do Not Change With

Which Would You Rather Be If You Had The Choice--divinely Beautiful Or Dazzlingly Clever Or Angelically Good?

It Was November--the Month Of Crimson Sunsets, Parting Birds, Deep, Sad Hymns Of The Sea, Passionate Wind-songs In The Pines. Anne Roamed Through The Pineland Alleys In The Park And, As She Said, Let That Great Sweeping Wind Blow The Fogs Out Of Her Soul.

Comedy And Tragedy Are So Mixed Up In Life, Gilbert. The Only Thing That Haunts Me Is That Tale Of The Two Who Lived Together Fifty Years And Hated Each Other All That Time. I Can't Believe They Really Did. Somebody Has Said That 'hate Is Only Love That Has Missed Its Way.' I Feel Sure That Under The Hatred They Really Loved Each Other . . . Just As I Really Loved You All Those Years I Thought I Hated You . . . And I Think Death Would Show It To Them. I'm Glad I Found Out In Life.

There Is Such A Place As Fairyland - But Only Children Can Find The Way To It...until They Have Grown So Old That They Forget The Way. Only A Few, Who Remain Children At Heart, Can Ever Find That Fair, Lost Path Again...the World Calls Them Singers And Poets And Artists And Story-tellers; But They Are Just People Who Have Never Forgotten The Way To Fairyland.

When You've Learned To Laugh At The Things That Should Be Laughed At, And Not To Laugh At Those That Shouldn't, You've Got Wisdom And Understanding. -aunt Jimsie