The Beauty Of Winter Is That It

We Came To The Comforting Conclusion That The Creator Probably Knew How To Run His Universe Quite As Well As We Do, And That, After All, There Are No Such Things As 'wasted' Lives, Saving And Except When Am Individual Wilfully Squanders And Wastes His Own Life.

Nasturtiums, Who Colored You, You Wonderful, Glowing Things? You Must Have Been Fashioned Out Of Summer Sunsets.

Welcome, Anne. I Thought You'd Come Today. You Belong To The Afternoon So It Brought You. Things That Belong Together Are Sure To Come Together. What A Lot Of Trouble That Would Save Some People If They Only Knew It. But They Don't...and So They Waste Beautiful Energy Moving Heaven And Earth To Bring Things Together That Don't Belong.

In Daylight I Belong To The World . . . In The Night To Sleep And Eternity. But In The Dusk I'm Free From Both And Belong Only To Myself . . . And You

What Is It Really Like To Be Engaged?" Asked Anne Curiously. "well, That All Depends On Who You're Engaged To," Answered Diana, With That Maddening Air Of Superior Wisdom Always Assumed By Those Who Are Engaged Over Those Who Are Not.