She had a way of embroidering life with stars.

Anne always remembered the silvery, peaceful beauty and fragrant calm of that night. It was the last night before sorrow touched her life; and no life is ever quite the same again when once that cold, sanctifying touch has been laid upon it.

After all," Anne had said to Marilla once, "I believe the nicest and sweetest days are not those on which anything very splendid or wonderful or exciting happens but just those that bring simple little pleasures, following one another softly, like pearls slipping off a string.

The world looks like something God had just imaged for his own pleasure, doesn't it?

Oh", she thought, "how horrible it is that people have to grow up-and marry-and change!

It's rather hard to decide just when people are grown up.

People who don't like cats always seem to think there is some peculiar virtue in not liking them.