Brains Last, Beauty Doesn't.

Life, Deal Gently With Her ... Love, Never Desert Her

I Couldn't Live Where There Were No Trees--something Vital In Me Would Starve.

Red Hair Is My Life Long Sorrow.

Oh Marilla, Looking Forward To Things Is Half The Pleasure Of Them," Exclaimed Anne.

I Feel As Though Someone's Handed Me The Moon... And I Don't Exactly Know What To Do With It.