Thank goodness, we can choose our friends. We have to take our relatives as they are, and be thankful.

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.

Truth is patient. It can afford to be for eventually it will have its way.

We learned in World War II that no single nation holds a monopoly on wisdom, morality or right to power, but that we must fight for the weak and promote democracy.

The attempt is all the wedge that splits its knotty way betwixt the impossible and possible.

We're going to establish a procedure where people can leave the line, go outside, take care of themselves and the government's gonna pay.

In America the press rules the countrty; it rules its politics, its religion, its social practices.

I wonder what an agent would do if he had to travel with the band he's booking.

I vote Labour and can't begin to acknowledge anything good that comes from a Tory.

Patience is the Gnostic's scale and the humble the garden's door.

Where lives the man that has not tried How mirth can into folly glide, And folly into sin!

...It seems hard that a man in his need could be so flouted by a road.