Gossip, As Usual, Was One-third Right And

Do You Know What I Think Mayflowers Are, Marilla? I Think They Must Be The Souls Of The Flowers That Died Last Summer, And This Is Their Heaven.

There Must Be A Limit To The Mistakes One Person Can Make, And When I Get To The End Of Them, Then I'll Be Through With Them. That's A Comforting Thought

To Dispair Is To Turn Your Back On God.

All In All, It Was A Never-to-be-forgotten Summer — One Of Those Summers Which Come Seldom Into Any Life, But Leave A Rich Heritage Of Beautiful Memories In Their Going — One Of Those Summers Which, In A Fortunate Combination Of Delightful Weather, Delightful Friends And Delightful Doing, Come As Near To Perfection As Anything Can Come In This World.

I Feel As If Something Has Been Torn Suddenly Out Of My Life And Left A Terrible Hole. I Feel As If I Couldn't Be I — As If I Must Have Changed Into Somebody Else And Couldn't Get Used To It. It Gives Me A Horrible Lonely, Dazed, Helpless Feeling. It's Good To See You Again — It Seems As If You Were A Sort Of Anchor For My Drifting Soul.