I'm Sure I Shall Always Feel Like

Doesn't Matter What A Person's Name Is As Long As He Behaves Himself.

How Wicked I Was To Wish That Something Dramatic Would Happen!' She Thought. 'oh, If We Could Only Have Those Dear, Monotonous, Pleasant Days Back Again! I Would *never* Grumble About Them Again.

I Don't Know, I Don't Want To Talk As Much. (...) It's Nicer To Think Dear, Pretty Thoughts And Keep Them In One's Heart, Like Treasures. I Don't Like To Have Them Laughed At Or Wondered Over.

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

Saying One's Prayers Isn't Exactly The Same Thing As Praying.