I Wish We Could See Perfumes As

You'd Find It Easier To Be Bad Than Good If You Had Red Hair." — Anne Shirley

No One Can Be Free Who Has A Thousand Ancestors.

The World Is Always Young Again For Just A Few Moments At The Dawn.

Anne Always Remembered The Silvery, Peaceful Beauty And Fragrant Calm Of That Night. It Was The Last Night Before Sorrow Touched Her Life; And No Life Is Ever Quite The Same Again When Once That Cold, Sanctifying Touch Has Been Laid Upon It.

Doesn't Matter What A Person's Name Is As Long As He Behaves Himself.