And he wrote, "When the moon rises tonight think of me and I'll think of you.

Poor soul, she always knew everything about her neighbors, but she never was very well acquainted with herself.

A bosom friend - an intimate friend, you know - a really kindred spirit to whom I can confide my inmost soul.

Secrets are generally terrible. Beauty is not often hidden — only ugliness and deformity.

Marilla felt more embarrassed than ever. She had intended to teach Anne the childish classic, "Now I lay me down to sleep." But she had, as I have told you, the glimmerings of a sense of humor--which is simply another name for a sense of the fitness of things; and it suddenly occurred to her that simple little prayer, sacred to the white-robed childhood lisping at motherly knees, was entirely unsuited to this freckled witch of a girl who knew and cared nothing about God's love, since she had never had it translated to her through the medium of human love.

Behind them in the garden the little stone house brooded among the shadows. It was lonely but not forsaken. It had not yet done with dreams and laughter and the joy of life; there were to be future summers for the little stone house; meanwhile, it could wait. And over the river in purple durance the echoes bided their time.

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