That's One Splendid Thing About Such Affairs

After All," Anne Had Said To Marilla Once, "i Believe The Nicest And Sweetest Days Are Not Those On Which Anything Very Splendid Or Wonderful Or Exciting Happens But Just Those That Bring Simple Little Pleasures, Following One Another Softly, Like Pearls Slipping Off A String.

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.

The Point Of Good Writing Is Knowing When To Stop.

Human Nature Is Not Obliged To Be Consistent.

How Fair The Realm Imagination Opens To The View.