I don't really care what people think about me if they don't let me see it.

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.

By simple common sense I don't believe in God, in none.

She ran her hand over the dash.“You’re petting my car, ” Hunter said, turning the key. “I usually charge for that.

We are horse folk, and that means more than we think it does.

Doubt is not a pleasant condition but certainty is.

I always think street but train sport.

I hear that you were on a date with Trouble Kelp. Are you two planning on building a bivouac any time soon?

I've never been one to look too far ahead since I came back into the England side and I'm not going to change that view.

The spiritual life is always about letting go. It is never about holding on.

Now the bright morning-star, day's harbinger, comes dancing from the east.

Caring for friends opens the heart, and gifts us with the privilege of sharing the fruits of our self-imposed and necessary solitude.