Do You Know What I Think Mayflowers

[o]ne Can Dream So Much Better In A Room Where There Are Pretty Things.

It's Dreadful What Little Things Lead People To Misunderstand Each Other.

I'm So Glad My Window Looks East Into The Sunrising- It's So Splendid To See The Morning Coming Up Over Those Long Hills And Glowing Through Those Sharp Fir Tops. It's New Every Morning, And I Feel As If I Washed My Very Soul In That Bath Of Earliest Sunshine.

She Will Love Deeply--suffer Terribly--she Will Have Glorious Moments To Compensate.

…always Felt The Pain Of Her Friends So Keenly That She Could Not Speak Easy, Fluent Words Of Comforting. Besides, She Remembered How Well-meant Speeches Had Hurt Her In Her Own Sorrow And Was Afraid.