To Love Is Easy And

I Don't Like Green Christmases. They're Not Green—they're Just Nasty Faded Browns And Grays.

I Do Know My Own Mind,' Protested Anne. 'the Trouble Is, My Mind Changes And Then I Have To Get Acquainted With It All Over Again.

But I Believe I Rather Like Superstitious People. They Lend Color To Life. Wouldn't It Be A Rather Drab World If Everybody Was Wise And Sensible . . . And Good? What Would We Find To Talk About?

I Read In A Book Once That A Rose By Any Other Name Would Smell As Sweet, But I've Never Been Able To Believe It. I Don't Believe A Rose Would Be As Nice If It Was Called A Thistle Or A Skunk Cabbage.

We Ought Always To Try To Influence Others For Good.