Despair Is A Free Man--hope Is A

A Cold In The Head In June Is An Immoral Thing.

Nothing Mattered Much To Me For A Time There, After You Told Me You Could Never Love Me, Anne. There Was Nobody Else -- There Never Could Be Anybody Else For Me But You. I've Loved You Ever Since That Day You Broke Your Slate Over My Head In School.

I'd Like To Add Some Beauty To Life," Said Anne Dreamily. "i Don't Exactly Want To Make People Know More... Though I Know That Is The Noblest Ambition... But I'd Love To Make Them Have A Pleasanter Time Because Of Me... To Have Some Little Joy Or Happy Thought That Would Never Have Existed If I Hadn't Been Born.

Have You Ever Noticed How Many Silences There Are Gilbert? The Silence Of The Woods....of The Shore....of The Meadows....of The Night....of The Summer Afternoon. All Different Because The Undertones That Thread Them Are Different.

I Heard Someone Say Once That The Years From Fifteen To Nineteen Are The Best Years In A Girl's Life.