Brains Last, Beauty Doesn't.

A Plate Of Apples, An Open Fire, And A Jolly Good Book Are A Fair Substitute For Heaven.

Oh Marilla, Looking Forward To Things Is Half The Pleasure Of Them," Exclaimed Anne.

Good Night, Belovedest. Your Sleep Will Be Sweet If There Is Any Influences In The Wishes Of Your Own.

Here Sat Marilla Cuthbert, When She Sat At All, Slightly Distrustful Of Sunshine, Which Seemed To Her Too Dancing And Irresponsible A Thing For A World Which Was Meant To Be Taken Seriously.

Oh, Sometimes I Think It Is Of No Use To Make Friends. They Only Go Out Of Your Life After Awhile And Leave A Hurt That Is Worse Than The Emptiness Before They Came.