Oh, of course there's a risk in marrying anybody, but, when it's all said and done, there's many a worse thing than a husband.

True friends are always together in spirit.

My life is a perfect graveyard of buried hopes.

Do you know what I think Mayflowers are, Marilla? I think they must be the souls of the flowers that died last summer, and this is their heaven.

It's all very well to read about sorrows and imagine yourself living through them heroically, but it's not so nice when you really come to have them, is it?

You can't have many exclamation points left,' thought Anne, 'but no doubt the supply of italics is inexhaustible.

brains last, beauty doesn't.