In daylight I belong to the world . . . in the night to sleep and eternity. But in the dusk I'm free from both and belong only to myself . . . and you

You never know what peace is until you walk on the shores or in the fields or along the winding red roads of Prince Edward Island in a summer twilight when the dew is falling and the old stars are peeping out and the sea keeps its mighty tryst with the little land it loves. You find your soul then. You realize that youth is not a vanished thing but something that dwells forever in the heart.

I don't know which is worse - to have somebody you DON'T like ask you to marry him or NOT have some one you DO like. Both are rather unpleasant.

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

Anne came dancing home in the purple winter twilight across the snowy places.

Gossip, as usual, was one-third right and two-thirds wrong.

Fear is a vile thing, and is at the bottom of almost every wrong and hatred of the world.