Kitsch causes two tears to flow in quick succession. The first tear says: How nice to see children running on the grass!  The second tear says: How nice to be moved, together with all mankind, by children running on the grass!

To lose one parent may be regarded as a misfortune; to lose both looks like carelessness.

I hate to tell you this, but you are just stupid and eager and sincere enough to make the kind of officer that men love to follow into some silly predicament.

I wish every one in the world was as warm and sheltered as we are tonight.

Written By L.M. Montgomery

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