Brains Last, Beauty Doesn't.

I Must Be Getting Old ... People Are Beginning To Tell Me I Look So Young. They Never Tell You That When You Are Young.

I Know I Chatter On Far Too Much... But If You Only Knew How Many Things I Want To Say And Don't. Give Me Some Credit.

Oh", She Thought, "how Horrible It Is That People Have To Grow Up-and Marry-and Change!

Let's Not Borrow Trouble. The Rate Of Interest Is Too High.

Oh, Marilla, I Thought I Was Happy Before. Now I Know That I Just Dreamed A Pleasant Dream Of Happiness. This Is The Reality.