Despair Is A Free Man--hope Is A

Nobody Whom This War Has Touched Will Ever Be Happy Again In Quite The Same Way. But It Will Be A Better Happiness, I Think, Little Sister - A Happiness We've Earned.

I Have Learned To Look Upon Each Little Hindrance As A Jest And Each Great One As A Foreshadowing Of Victory.

That's The Worst Of Growing Up, And I'm Beginning To Realize It. The Things You Wanted So Much When You Were A Child Don't Seem Half So Wonderful To You When You Get Them.

You Have The Itch For Writing Born In You. It's Quite Incurable. What Are You Going To Do With It?

Houses Are Like People - Some You Like And Some You Don't Like - And Once In A While There Is One You Love.