That's all the freedom we canhope for - the freedom to choose our prison. [...]

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.

It was such a heavenly dream: dreamed between the reality of war and the reality of hereditary madness.

when we're done, I'll be where the night never stopscradling a bruise that's shaped like youwondering why sleep never came to mewondering how I still dreamed

The Swiss are not a people so much as a neat clean quite solvent business.

Roots is not just a saga of my family. It is the symbolic saga of a people.

I studied harmony and composition in a very spontaneous manner.

God's care for us is more watchful and more tender than the care of any human father could possibly be.

It is for us to make the effort. The result is always in God's hands.

O wild West Wind, thou breath of Autumn's being. Thou, from whose unseen presence the leaves dead Are driven, like ghosts from an enchanter fleeing.

I have decided that maybe I want to write when I grow up. I just don't know what I would write.

Will what I am about to do, bring me closer to, or take me further from my goals?