A bosom friend - an intimate friend, you know - a really kindred spirit to whom I can confide my inmost soul.

It will come sometime. Some beautiful morning she will just wake up and find it is Tomorrow. Not Today but Tomorrow. And then things will happen ... wonderful things.

Yes, it's beautiful,' said Gilbert, looking steadily down into Anne's uplifted face, 'but wouldn't it have been more beautiful still, Anne, if there had been no separation or misunderstanding . . . if they had come hand in hand all the way through life, with no memories behind them but those which belonged to each other?

Do you know what I think Mayflowers are, Marilla? I think they must be the souls of the flowers that died last summer, and this is their heaven.

I couldn't live where there were no trees--something vital in me would starve.

I've always loved the night and I'll like lying awake and thinking over everything in life, past, present and to come. Especially to come.

Oh, of course there's a risk in marrying anybody, but, when it's all said and done, there's many a worse thing than a husband.