Trees have as much individuality as human beings. Not even two spruces are alike. There is always some kink or curve or bend of bough to single each one out from its fellows.

All in all, it was a never-to-be-forgotten summer — one of those summers which come seldom into any life, but leave a rich heritage of beautiful memories in their going — one of those summers which, in a fortunate combination of delightful weather, delightful friends and delightful doing, come as near to perfection as anything can come in this world.

But I'd rather look like you than be pretty," she told Anne sincerely. Anne laughed, sipped honey from the tribute, and cast away the sting.

I wonder why people so commonly suppose that if two individuals are both writers they must therefore be hugely congenial.

You'll never write anything that really satisfies you though it may satisfy other people.

Words aren't made — they grow,' said Anne.

You're never safe from being surprised until you're dead.