Steal not this book for fear of shame For on it is the owners name And when you die the Lord will say Where is the book you stole away And when you say you do not know The Lord will say go down below.
Lucy Maud Montgomeryshe was richer in those dreams than in realities; for things seen pass away, but the things that are unseen are eternal.
Lucy Maud MontgomeryIt was November--the month of crimson sunsets, parting birds, deep, sad hymns of the sea, passionate wind-songs in the pines. Anne roamed through the pineland alleys in the park and, as she said, let that great sweeping wind blow the fogs out of her soul.
Lucy Maud Montgomery