Wouldn't it be nice if roses could talk? I'm sure they could tell us such lovely things.

Saying one's prayers isn't exactly the same thing as praying.

Nobody is ever too old to dream. And dreams never grow old.

I like to hear a storm at night. It is so cosy to snuggle down among the blankets and feel that it can't get at you.

When twilight drops her curtain down And pins it with a star Remember that you have a friend Though she may wander far.

Here sat Marilla Cuthbert, when she sat at all, slightly distrustful of sunshine, which seemed to her too dancing and irresponsible a thing for a world which was meant to be taken seriously.

The woods call to us with a hundred voices, but the sea has one only — a mighty voice that drowns our souls in its majestic music. The woods are human, but the sea is of the company of the archangels.