We Don't Know Where We're Going, But

It's As Easy To Give Away A Million As A Hundred If You Have Not Got Either.

There Might Be Some Hours Of Loneliness. But There Was Something Wonderful Even In Loneliness. At Least You Belonged To Yourself When You Were Lonely.

I Doubt If I Shall Ever Have Time To Read The Book Again -- There Are Too Many New Ones Coming Out All The Time Which I Want To Read. Yet An Old Book Has Something For Me Which No New Book Can Ever Have -- For At Every Reading The Memories And Atmosphere Of Other Readings Come Back And I Am Reading Old Years As Well As An Old Book.

I Have A Dream," He Said Slowly. "i Persist In Dreaming It, Although It Has Often Seemed To Me That It Could Never Come True. I Dream Of A Home With A Hearth-fire In It, A Cat And Dog, The Footsteps Of Friends -- And You!

Anne Reveled In The World Of Color About Her. "oh, Marilla," She Exclaimed One Saturday Morning, Coming Dancing In With Her Arms Full Of Gorgeous Boughs, "i'm So Glad I Live In A World Where There Are Octobers. It Would Be Terrible If We Just Skipped From September To November, Wouldn't It? Look At These Maple Branches. Don't They Give You A Thrill--several Thrills?