...for Love Casts Out Fear, And Gratitude

…tomorrow Was Her Birthday, And She Was Thinking How Fast The Years Went By, How Old She Was Getting, And How Little She Seemed To Have Accomplished. Almost Twenty-five And Nothing To Show For It.

I've Neither Beauty, Money, Nor Rank, Yet Every Foolish Boy Mistakes My Frank Interest For Something Warmer, And Makes Me Miserable. It Is My Misfortune. Think Of Me What You Will, But Beware Of Me In Time, For Against My Will I May Do You Harm.

Head, You May Think; Heart, You May Feel; But Hand, You Shall Work Alway!

She Preferred Imaginary Heroes To Real Ones, Because When Tired Of Them, The Former Could Be Shut Up In The Tin Kitchen Till Called For, And The Latter Were Less Manageable.

Laurie, You're An Angel! How Shall I Ever Thank You?" "fly At Me Again. I Rather Liked It," Said Laurie, Looking Mischievous, A Thing He Had Not Done For A Fortnight.