We Don't Know Where We're

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

Brains Last, Beauty Doesn't.

Isn't It Good Just To Be Alive On A Day Like This? I Pity The People Who Aren't Born Yet For Missing It.

Don't You Ever Imagine Things Differently Than What They Are? Oh, Marilla, How Much You Miss.

The Ghosts Of Things That Never Happened Are Worse Than The Ghosts Of Things That Did.