Don't you just love poetry that gives you a crinkly feeling up and down your back?

My life is a perfect graveyard of buried hopes.

It's been my experience that you can nearly always enjoy things if you make up your mind firmly that you will.

The world looks like something God had just imaged for his own pleasure$$$ doesn't it?

You're not eating anything$$$" said Marilla sharply$$$ eying her as if it were a serious shortcoming. Anne sighed. I can't. I'm in the depths of despair. Can you eat whenyou are in the depths of despair?"I've never been in the depths of despair$$$ so I can't say$$$" responded Marilla. Weren't you? Well$$$ did you ever try to IMAGINE you were inthe depths of despair?"No$$$ I didn't."Then I don't think you can understand what it's like. It's very uncomfortable a feeling indeed.

When I left Queen's my future seemed to stretch out before me like a straight road. I thought I could see along it for many a milestone. Now there is a bend in it. I don't know what lies around the bend$$$ but I'm going to believe that the best does.

I've done my best$$$ and I begin to understand what is meant by 'the joy of strife'. Next to trying and winning$$$ the best thing is trying and failing.

Next to trying and winning$$$ the best thing is trying and failing.

I don't know$$$ I don't want to talk as much. (...) It's nicer to think dear$$$ pretty thoughts and keep them in one's heart$$$ like treasures. I don't like to have them laughed at or wondered over.

Life is worth living as long as there's a laugh in it.