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

…I think,' concluded Anne, hitting on a very vital truth, 'that we always love best the people who need us.

Twilight drops her curtain down, and pins it with a star.

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

A cold in the head in June is an immoral thing.

For there is no bond more lasting than that formed by the mutual confidences of that magic time when youth is slipping from the sheath of childhood and beginning to wonder what lies for it beyond those misty hills that bound the golden road.

A broken heart in real life isn't half as dreadful as it is in books. It's a good deal like a bad tooth, though you won't think THAT a very romantic simile. It takes spells of aching and gives you a sleepless night now and then, but between times it lets you enjoy life and dreams and echoes and peanut candy as if there were nothing the matter with it.