When One Great Passion Seizes Possession Of

A Cold In The Head In June Is An Immoral Thing.

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.

Perhaps. . .love Unfolded Naturally Out Of A Beautiful Friendship, As A Golden-hearted Rose Slipping From Its Green Sheath.

Diana: "i Wish I Were Rich, And I Could Spend The Whole Summer At A Hotel, Eating Ice Cream And Chicken Salad." Anne: "you Know Something, Diana? We Are Rich. We Have Sixteen Years To Our Credit, And We Both Have Wonderful Imaginations. We Should Be As Happy As Queens." [gestures To The Setting Sun] Anne Shirley: "look At That. You Couldn't Enjoy Its Loveliness More If You Had Ropes Of Diamonds.

But [sorrows] Won't Get The Better Of You If You Face 'em Together With Love And Trust. You Can Weather Any Storm With Them Two For Compass And Pilot.