We Don't Know Where We're Going, But

It's Not What The World Holds For You. It's What You Bring To It.

It Was October Again ... A Glorious October, All Red And Gold, With Mellow Mornings When The Valleys Were Filled With Delicate Mists As If The Spirit Of Autumn Had Poured Them In For The Sun To Drain - Amethyst, Pearl, Silver, Rose, And Smoke-blue. The Dews Were So Heavy That The Fields Glistened Like Cloth Of Silver And There Were Such Heaps Of Rustling Leaves In The Hollows Of Many-stemmed Woods To Run Crisply Through.

Everything Is New In The Spring. Springs Themselves Are Always So New, Too. No Spring Is Ever Just Like Any Other Spring. It Always Has Something Of Its Own To Be Its Own Peculiar Sweetness.

The Little Things In Life Often Make More Trouble Than The Big Things.

I Heard Someone Say Once That The Years From Fifteen To Nineteen Are The Best Years In A Girl's Life.