The little things of life, sweet and excellent in their place, must not be the things lived for; the highest must be sought and followed; the life of heaven must be begun here on earth.

Oh Marilla, looking forward to things is half the pleasure of them," exclaimed Anne.

Kindred spirits are not so scarce as I used to think. It's splendid to find out there are so many of them in the world.

I'm just tired of everything…even of the echoes. There is nothing in my life but echoes…echoes of lost hopes and dreams and joys. They're beautiful and mocking.

Anyhow, there'll be plenty of jam in heaven, that's one comfort, he said complacently. Perhaps there will...if we want it, she said, But what makes you think so? Why, it's in the catechism, said Davy. Oh, no, there is nothing like that in the catechism, Davy. But I tell you there is, persisted Davy. It was in that question Marilla taught me last Sunday. Why should we love God? It says, Because he makes preserves, and redeems us. Preserves is just a holy way of saying jam.

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

You mayn't get the things themselves; but nothing can prevent you from having the fun of looking forward to them.