She Looked Like A Head-on Collision Between

Fear Is A Vile Thing, And Is At The Bottom Of Almost Every Wrong And Hatred Of The World.

I Believe Flowers Have Souls. I Have Known Roses That I Expect To Meet In Heaven.

I'm So Glad I Live In A World Where There Are Octobers. It Would Be Terrible If We Just Skipped From September To November, Wouldn't It?

Why, I've Never Even Had A Quarrel With Any One. I Haven't An Enemy. What A Spineless Thing I Must Be Not To Have Even One Enemy!

For There Is No Bond More Lasting Than That Formed By The Mutual Confidences Of That Magic Time When Youth Is Slipping From The Sheath Of Childhood And Beginning To Wonder What Lies For It Beyond Those Misty Hills That Bound The Golden Road.