[she] Had A Great Reputation For Unselfishness

The Trouble With You People Is That You Don't Laugh Enough.

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.

It's All Very Well To Read About Sorrows And Imagine Yourself Living Through Them Heroically, But It's Not So Nice When You Really Come To Have Them, Is It?

I Am Quite Likely To Re-act To The Opposite Extreme - To Feel Rapturously That The World Is Beautiful And Mere Existence Something To Thank God For. I Suppose Our 'blues' Are The Price We Have To Pay For Our Temperament. 'the Gods Don't Allow Us To Be In Their Debt.' They Give Us Sensitiveness To Beauty In All Its Forms But The Shadow Of The Gift Goes With It.

Everything That's Worth Having Is Some Trouble.