If You Can't Be Cheerful,

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

Trees Have As Much Individuality As Human Beings. Not Even Two Spruces Are Alike. There Is Always Some Kink Or Curve Or Bend Of Bough To Single Each One Out From Its Fellows.

Satirize Wickedness If You Must--but Pity Weakness.

It's So Dreadful To Have Nothing To Love - Life Is So Empty - And There's Nothing Worse Than Emptiness.

As A Rule, I Am Very Careful To Be Shallow And Conventional Where Depth And Originality Are Wasted.