It's so easy to be wicked without knowing it, isn't it?

True friends are always together in spirit.

But the worst of imagining things is that the time comes when you have to stop and that hurts.

It was rapture enough just to sit there beside him in silence, alone in the summer night in the white splendor of moonshine, with the wind blowing down on them out of the pine woods.

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

When I read that the flash came, and I took a sheet of paper. . .and I wrote on it: I, Emily Byrd Starr, do solemnly vow this day that I will climb the Alpine Path and write my name on the scroll of fame.

It was less humiliating to admit crying because of your feet than because - because somebody had been amusing himself with you and your friends had forgotten you, and other people patronised you.