“But I believe I rather like superstitious people. They lend color to life. Wouldn't it be a rather drab world if everybody was wise and sensible . . . and good? What would we find to talk about?”

“Wouldn't it be a rather drab world if everybody was wise and sensible…and good? What would we find to talk about?”

“I don't believe Old Nick can be so very ugly,' said Aunt Jamesina reflectively. 'He wouldn't do so much harm if he was. I always think of him as a rather handsome gentleman.”

“...Isn't it splendid to think of all the things there are to find out about? It just makes me feel glad to be alive--it's such an interesting world. It wouldn't be half so interesting if we knew all about everything, would it? There'd be no scope for imagination then, would there?”

“It's such an interesting world. It wouldn't be half so interesting if we knew all about everything, would it?”

“But just think what a dull world it would be if everyone was sensible,' pleaded Anne.”

“Which would you rather be if you had the choice--divinely beautiful or dazzlingly clever or angelically good?”