It's such an interesting world. It wouldn't be half so interesting if we knew all about everything, would it?

Do you know what I think Mayflowers are, Marilla? I think they must be the souls of the flowers that died last summer, and this is their heaven.

Because when you are imagining, you might as well imagine something worth while.

We are never half so interesting when we have learned that language is given us to enable us to conceal our thoughts.

I've come home in love with loneliness

trees, unlike so many humans, always improve on acquaintance. No matter how much you like them at the start you are sure to like them much better further on, and best of all when you have known them for years and enjoyed intercourse with them in all seasons.

I wonder what it would be like to live in a world where it was always June.