Wouldn't It Be Nice If Roses Could

I Wonder If It Will Be—can Be—any More Beautiful Than This,’ Murmured Anne, Looking Around Her With The Loving, Enraptured Eyes Of Those To Whom ‘home’ Must Always Be The Loveliest Spot In The World, No Matter What Fairer Lands May Lie Under Alien Stars.

Trees, Unlike So Many Humans, Always Improve On Acquaintance. No Matter How Much You Like Them At The Start You Are Sure To Like Them Much Better Further On, And Best Of All When You Have Known Them For Years And Enjoyed Intercourse With Them In All Seasons.

There Are Many Worse Friends Than The Soft, Silent, Furry, Cat-folk.

It's Not What The World Holds For You. It's What You Bring To It.

You'll Never Write Anything That Really Satisfies You Though It May Satisfy Other People.