All pioneers are considered to be afflicted with moonstruck madness.

I was very much provoked. Of course, I knew there are no fairies; but that needn't prevent my thinking there is.

I'm not a bit changed - not really. I'm only just pruned down and branched out. The real me - back here - is just the same.

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.

I wonder what a soul…a person's soul…would look like,' said Priscilla dreamily. 'Like that, I should think,' answered Anne, pointing to a radiance of sifted sunlight streaming through a birch tree. 'Only with shape and features of course. I like to fancy souls as being made of light. And some are all shot through with rosy stains and quivers…and some have a soft glitter like moonlight on the sea…and some are pale and transparent like mist at dawn.

As a rule, I am very careful to be shallow and conventional where depth and originality are wasted.

We came to the comforting conclusion that the Creator probably knew how to run His universe quite as well as we do, and that, after all, there are no such things as 'wasted' lives, saving and except when am individual wilfully squanders and wastes his own life.