Gossip, As Usual, Was One-third

There Are Many Worse Friends Than The Soft, Silent, Furry, Cat-folk.

The Woods Are Never Solitary--they Are Full Of Whispering, Beckoning, Friendly Life. But The Sea Is A Mighty Soul, Forever Moaning Of Some Great, Unshareable Sorrow, Which Shuts It Up Into Itself For All Eternity.

Do You Know What I Think Mayflowers Are, Marilla? I Think They Must Be The Souls Of The Flowers That Died Last Summer, And This Is Their Heaven.

Rebellion Flamed Up In Her Soul As The Dark Hours Passed By – Not Because She Had No Future But Because She Had No Past.

Welcome, Anne. I Thought You'd Come Today. You Belong To The Afternoon So It Brought You. Things That Belong Together Are Sure To Come Together. What A Lot Of Trouble That Would Save Some People If They Only Knew It. But They Don't...and So They Waste Beautiful Energy Moving Heaven And Earth To Bring Things Together That Don't Belong.