The woods call to us with a hundred voices, but the sea has one only — a mighty voice that drowns our souls in its majestic music. The woods are human, but the sea is of the company of the archangels.

Here sat Marilla Cuthbert, when she sat at all, slightly distrustful of sunshine, which seemed to her too dancing and irresponsible a thing for a world which was meant to be taken seriously.

We ought always to try to influence others for good.

Gilbert put his arm about them. 'Oh, you mothers!' he said. 'You mothers! God knew what He was about when He made you.

Anne laughed and sighed. She felt very old and mature and wise — which showed how young she was.

she was richer in those dreams than in realities; for things seen pass away, but the things that are unseen are eternal.

Secrets are generally terrible. Beauty is not often hidden — only ugliness and deformity.