It's Not What The World Holds For

It's All Very Well To Read About Sorrows And Imagine Yourself Living Through Them Heroically, But It's Not So Nice When You Really Come To Have Them, Is It?

Dear Old World', She Murmured, 'you Are Very Lovely, And I Am Glad To Be Alive In You.

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

Anne Always Remembered The Silvery, Peaceful Beauty And Fragrant Calm Of That Night. It Was The Last Night Before Sorrow Touched Her Life; And No Life Is Ever Quite The Same Again When Once That Cold, Sanctifying Touch Has Been Laid Upon It.

I Am Well In Body Although Considerable Rumpled Up In Spirit.