never write a line you'd be ashamed to read at your own funeral.

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

It takes all sorts of people to make a world, as I've often heard, but I think there are some who could be spared,' Anne told her reflection in the east gable mirror that night.

It's all very well to read about sorrows and imagine yourself living through them heroically, but it's not so nice when you really come to have them, is it?

A child that has a quick temper, just blaze up and cool down, ain't never likely to be sly or deceitful.

the little things in life often make more trouble than the big things.

I wonder what it would be like to live in a world where it was always June.