“Good night, belovedest. Your sleep will be sweet if there is any influences in the wishes of your own.”

“We ought always to try to influence others for good.”

“I read somewhere once that souls were like flowers,' said Priscilla.'Then your soul is a golden narcissus,' said Anne, 'and Diana's is like a red, red rose. Jane's is an apple blossom, pink and wholesome and sweet.''And your own is a white violet, with purple streaks in its heart,' finished Priscilla.”

“And when it tips on a cloud some of them spill out and fall into your sleep.”

“I wish I were dead, or that it were tomorrow night,' groaned Phil.”

“If you buy your experience it's your own. So it's no matter how much you pay for it.”

“never write a line you'd be ashamed to read at your own funeral.”