It's Rather Hard To Decide Just When

Nothing Mattered Much To Me For A Time There, After You Told Me You Could Never Love Me, Anne. There Was Nobody Else -- There Never Could Be Anybody Else For Me But You. I've Loved You Ever Since That Day You Broke Your Slate Over My Head In School.

The Woods Are Never Solitary — They Are Full Of Whispering, Beckoning, Friendly Life. But The Sea Is A Mighty Soul, Forever Moaning Of Some Great, Unshareable Sorrow, Which Shuts It Up Into Itself For All Eternity. We Can Never Pierce Its Infinite Mystery — We May Only Wander, Awed And Spellbound, On The Outer Fringe Of It. The Woods Call To Us With A Hundred Voices, But The Sea Has One Only — A Mighty Voice.

Don't Try To Write Anything You Can't Feel - It Will Be A Failure - 'echoes Nothing Worth

You May Tire Of Reality But You Never Tire Of Dreams.

[she] Had A Great Reputation For Unselfishness Because She Was Always Giving Up A Lot Of Things She Didn't Want.