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

One can't get over the habit of being a little girl all at once.

That doesn't sound very attractive," laughed Anne. "I like people to have a little nonsense about them.

But was anything in life, Anne asked herself wearily, like one's imagination of it?

I love them, they are so nice and selfish. Dogs are TOO good and unselfish. They make me feel uncomfortable. But cats are gloriously human.

Anyone who has gumption knows what it is, and anyone who hasn’t can never know what it is. So there is no need of defining it.

Houses are like people - some you like and some you don't like - and once in a while there is one you love.