Red Hair Is My Life Long Sorrow.

Plum Puffs Can't Minister To A Mind Diseased Or A World That's Crumbling To Pieces

I Don't Like Green Christmases. They're Not Green—they're Just Nasty Faded Browns And Grays.

Anne "felt Instinctively" That Romance Was Peeping At Her Around A Corner.

Never Write A Line You'd Be Ashamed To Read At Your Own Funeral.

The Body Grows Slowly And Steadily But The Soul Grows By Leaps And Bounds. It May Come To Its Full Stature In An Hour.