Saying One's Prayers Isn't Exactly The Same

If A Kiss Could Be Seen I Think It Would Look Like A Violet,' Said Priscilla. Anne Glowed. 'i'm So Glad You Spoke That Thought, Priscilla, Instead Of Just Thinking It And Keeping It To Yourself. This World Would Be A Much More Interesting Place…although It Is Very Interesting, Anyhow…if People Spoke Out Their Real Thoughts.

I Read In A Book Once That A Rose By Any Other Name Would Smell As Sweet, But I've Never Been Able To Believe It. I Don't Believe A Rose Would Be As Nice If It Was Called A Thistle Or A Skunk Cabbage.

I Wonder Why People So Commonly Suppose That If Two Individuals Are Both Writers They Must Therefore Be Hugely Congenial.

But She Had Long Ago Learned That When She Wandered Into The Realm Of Fancy She Must Go Alone. The Way To It Was By An Enchanted Path Where Not Even Her Dearest Might Follow Her.

She Asked Me What Made Me Do Such A Thing. That Is An Awkward Question Because I Often Can't Tell What Makes Me Do Things. Sometimes I Do Them Just To Find Out What I Feel Like Doing Them. And Sometimes I Do Them Because I Want To Have Some Exciting Things To Tell My Grandchildren.