Nobody Is Ever Too Old To Dream.

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

Desire Grows By What It Feeds On.

Rilla's Heart Skipped A Beat — Or, If That Be A Physiological Impossibility, She Thought It Did.

Dear Old World', She Murmured, 'you Are Very Lovely, And I Am Glad To Be Alive In You.

I Believe I've Put Forth A Tiny Soul-root Into Kingsport Soil This Afternoon. I Hope So. I Hate To Feel Transplanted.