People Cannot Be Molded Like Clay.

I Think We Are All Hopelessly Flawed.

I'd Have A Stable Full Of Arabian Steeds, Rooms Piled With Books, And I'd Write Out Of A Magic Inkstand, So That My Works Should Be As Famous As Laurie's Music. I Want To Do Something Splendid Before I Go Into My Castle,-something Heroic, Or Wonderful,-that Won't Be Forgotten After I'm Dead. I Don't Know What, But I'm On The Watch For It, And Mean To Astonish You All, Some Day. I Think I Shall Write Books, And Get Rich And Famous; That Would Suit Me, So That Is My Favorite Dream.

If I Didn't Care About Doing Right And Didn't Feel Uncomfortable Doing Wrong, I Should Get On Capitally.

A Holiday Isn't A Holiday, Without Plenty Of Freedom And Fun.

During The Fifteen Minutes That Followed, The Proud And Sensitive Girl Suffered A Shame And Pain Which She Never Forgot. To Others It Might Seem A Ludicrous Or Trivial Affair, But To Her It Was A Hard Experience, For During The Twelve Years Of Her Life She Had Been Governed By Love Alone