But If You Call Me Anne, Please

Despair Is A Free Man--hope Is A Slave.

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

Snow In April Is Abominable," Said Anne. "like A Slap In The Face When You Expect A Kiss.

I Love Bright Red Drinks, Don’t You? They Taste Twice As Good As Any Other Color.

I Don't Want Sunbursts And Marble Halls. I Just Want You. Sunbursts And Marble Halls May Be All Very Well, But There Is More 'scope For Imagination' Without Them. And As For The Waiting, That Doesn't Matter. We'll Just Be Happy, Waiting And Working For Each Other—and Dreaming. Oh, Dreams Will Be Very Sweet Now.