I Hate To Lend A Book I

Yes, It's Beautiful,' Said Gilbert, Looking Steadily Down Into Anne's Uplifted Face, 'but Wouldn't It Have Been More Beautiful Still, Anne, If There Had Been No Separation Or Misunderstanding . . . If They Had Come Hand In Hand All The Way Through Life, With No Memories Behind Them But Those Which Belonged To Each Other?

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

It Was Three O'clock In The Morning – The Wisest And Most Accursed Hour Of The Clock. But Sometimes It Sets Us Free.

People Who Haven’t Red Hair Don’t Know What Trouble Is.

All Things Great Are Wound Up With All Things Little.