Pleure. Les pleurs vont bien, même au bonheur ; tes chants
Sont plus doux dans les pleurs ; tes yeux purs et touchants
Sont plus beaux quand tu les essuies.
L’été, quand il a plu, le champ est plus vermeil,
Et le ciel fait briller plus au beau soleil
Son azur lavé par les pluies !
Prescription: A physician’s guess at what will best prolong the situation with least harm to the patient.
To be positive is to be mistaken at the top of one’s voice.
Death is not the end. There remains the litigation over the estate.
Fidelity [is] a virtue peculiar to those who are about to be betrayed.
Coward: One who, in a perilous emergency, thinks with his legs.
Prejudice - a vagrant opinion without visible means of support.
Logic [is] the art of thinking and reasoning in strict accordance with the limitations and incapacities of the human misunderstanding.
Think in the morning. Act in the noon. Eat in the evening. Sleep in the night.
I must create a system or be enslaved by another mans; I will not reason and compare: my business is to create.
Home is the nicest word there is.
Marilla, isn’t it nice to think that tomorrow is a new day with no mistakes in it yet?
I’m not a bit changed—not really. I’m only just pruned down and branched out.