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

Heretics are wicked, but they're mighty int'resting. It's jest that they've got sorter lost looking for God, being under the impression that He's hard to find - which He ain't never.

You were never poor as long as you had something to love.

It’s so much more romantic to end a story up with a funeral than a wedding.

I believe I've put forth a tiny soul-root into Kingsport soil this afternoon. I hope so. I hate to feel transplanted.

Oh, Marilla, I thought I was happy before. Now I know that I just dreamed a pleasant dream of happiness. This is the reality.

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