Walter's eyes were very wonderful. All the joy and sorrow and laughter and loyalty and aspirations of many generations lying under the sod looked out of their dark-gray depths.

Why, I've never even had a quarrel with any one. I haven't an enemy. What a spineless thing I must be not to have even one enemy!

It's as easy to give away a million as a hundred if you have not got either.

The point of good writing is knowing when to stop.

Welcome, Anne. I thought you'd come today. You belong to the afternoon so it brought you. Things that belong together are sure to come together. What a lot of trouble that would save some people if they only knew it. But they don't...and so they waste beautiful energy moving heaven and earth to bring things together that don't belong.

I know I chatter on far too much... but if you only knew how many things I want to say and don't. Give me SOME credit.

Anne "felt instinctively" that romance was peeping at her around a corner.