I'm so glad I live in a world where there are Octobers.

Plum puffs can't minister to a mind diseased or a world that's crumbling to pieces

There are plenty of people, in Avonlea and out of it, who can attend closely to their neighbours' business by dint of neglecting their own; but Mrs. Rachel Lynde was one of those capable creatures who can manage their own concerns and those of other folks into the bargain.

It is when my umbrella turns inside out that I am convinced of the total depravity of inanimate things.

I am sure we should not shut our hearts against the healing influences that nature offers us. But I understand your feeling. I think we all experience the same thing. We resent the thought that anything can please us when someone we love is no longer here to share the pleasure with us, and we almost feel as if we were unfaithful to our sorrow when we find our interest in life returning to us.

Poor soul, she always knew everything about her neighbors, but she never was very well acquainted with herself.

I have a little brown cocoon of an idea that may possibly expand into a magnificent moth of fulfilment.