I'm So Glad My Window Looks East

But The Worst Of Imagining Things Is That The Time Comes When You Have To Stop And That Hurts.

Whenever You Looked Forward To Anything Pleasant You Were Sure To Be More Or Less Disappointed . . . Perhaps That Is True. But There Is A Good Side To It Too. The Bad Things Don't Always Come Up To Your Expectations Either . . . They Nearly Always Turn Out Ever So Much Better Than You Think.

When People Mean To Be Good To You, You Don't Mind Very Much When They're Not Quite—always.

An Old House With Its Windows Gone Always Makes Me Think Of Something Dead With Its Eyes Picked Out.

It Has Always Seemed To Me. Ever Since Early Childhood, Amid All The Commonplaces Of Life, I Was Very Near To A Kingdom Of Ideal Beauty. Between It And Me Hung Only A Thin Veil. I Could Never Draw It Quite Aside, But Sometimes A Wind Fluttered It And I Caught A Glimpse Of The Enchanting Realms Beyond-only A Glimpse-but Those Glimpses Have Always Made Life Worthwhile.