I Am Simply A Book Drunkard.

There Might Be Some Hours Of Loneliness. But There Was Something Wonderful Even In Loneliness. At Least You Belonged To Yourself When You Were Lonely.

But You Have Such Dimples," Said Anne, Smiling Affectionately Into The Pretty, Vivacious Face So Near Her Own. "lovely Dimples, Like Little Dents In Cream. I Have Given Up All Hope Of Dimples. My Dimple-dream Will Never Come True; But So Many Of My Dreams Have That I Mustn't Complain. Am I All Ready Now?

Oh, Of Course There's A Risk In Marrying Anybody, But, When It's All Said And Done, There's Many A Worse Thing Than A Husband.

The Point Of Good Writing Is Knowing When To Stop.

Blessings Be The Inventor Of The Alphabet, Pen And Printing Press! Life Would Be -- To Me In All Events -- A Terrible Thing Without Books.