I can't help flying up on the wings of anticipation. It's as glorious as soaring through a sunset... almost pays for the thud.

Twilight drops her curtain down, and pins it with a star.

In daylight I belong to the world . . . in the night to sleep and eternity. But in the dusk I'm free from both and belong only to myself . . . and you

We should regret our mistakes and learn from them, but never carry them forward into the future with us.

Kindred spirits are not so scarce as I used to think. It's splendid to find out there are so many of them in the world.

In this world you've just got to hope for the best and prepare for the worst and take whatever God sends.

A bosom friend - an intimate friend, you know - a really kindred spirit to whom I can confide my inmost soul.

It's bad enough to feel insignificant, but it's unbearable to have it grained into your soul that you will never, can never, be anything but insignificant.

If we don't chase things, sometimes the things following us can catch up." -L.M. Montgomery

I've always loved the night and I'll like lying awake and thinking over everything in life, past, present and to come. Especially to come.

It seems to me a most dreadful thing to go out of the world and not leave one person behind you who is sorry you are gone,' said Anne, shuddering.

He who illumines one has begun illumining the world.

Thank you. For being willing to talk. For not turning me in. For... being you.''I'm pretty good at being me, ' I said. 'I've had all these years to practice--I hardly ever get it wrong these days.

Its helpful to know the reasons for our faith...it helps us not be so vulnerable to doubt, and it helps us not be so vulnerable to false doctrine.

It's not that I'm too particular. It's just that I'm going to wait for Dr. Right.

Some people play the piano, some do Sudoku, some watch television, some people go out to dinner parties. I write books.

Stop worrying about what others think. At the end of the day, you have to live with you. Trust yourself. No one has to tell you when it's right. Do what you need to do.

For every poet it is always morning in the world; history a forgotten, insomniac night. The fate of poetry is to fall in love with the world in spite of history.

What a man calls his 'conscience' is merely the mental action that follows a sentimental reaction after too much wine or love.

Scalded cats fear even cold water.

There are only two kinds of songs; there's the blues, and there's zip-a-dee-doo-dah.