After all, what could you expect from a pig but a grunt?

I have learned to look upon each little hindrance as a jest and each great one as a foreshadowing of victory.

Perhaps. . .love unfolded naturally out of a beautiful friendship, as a golden-hearted rose slipping from its green sheath.

To dispair is to turn your back on God.

I'm so glad I live in a world where there are Octobers.

…the Lake of Shining Waters was blue — blue — blue; not the changeful blue of spring, nor the pale azure of summer, but a clear, steadfast, serene blue, as if the water were past all modes and tenses of emotion and had settled down to a tranquillity unbroken by fickle dreams.

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