Most Of The Trouble In Life Comes

Anne’s Horizons Had Closed In Since The Night She Had Sat There After Coming Home From Queen’s; But If The Path Set Before Her Feet Was To Be Narrow She Knew That Flowers Of Quiet Happiness Would Bloom Along It. The Joys Of Sincere Work And Worthy Aspiration And Congenial Friendship Were To Be Hers; Nothing Could Rob Her Of Her Birthright Of Fancy Or Her Ideal World Of Dreams. And There Was Always The Bend In The Road!

In Everything You Do Aim To Excel For What Is Worth Doing Is Worth Doing Well

I'm Afraid Our Old World Has Come To An End, Rilla. We've Got To Face The Fact. (walter)

It Is A Strange Thing To Read A Letter After The Writer Is Dead - A Bitter-sweet Thing, In Which Pain And Comfort Are Strangely Mingled.

The Only True Animal Is A Cat, And The Only True Cat Is A Gray Cat.