Twilight drops her curtain down, and pins it with a star.

It's great to be great, but it's great to be human.

War was a hellish, horrible hideous thing - too horrible and hideous to happen in the twentieth century between civilised nations.

Don't be very frightened, Marilla. I was walking the ridge-pole and I fell off. I suspect I have sprained my ankle. But, Marilla, I might have broken my neck. Let us look on the bright side of things.

I feel as if I had opened a book and found roses of yesterday sweet and fragrant, between its leaves.

She seemed to walk in an atmosphere of things about to happen.

Nobody whom this war has touched will ever be happy again in quite the same way. But it will be a better happiness, I think, little sister - a happiness we've earned.