We are never half so interesting when we have learned that language is given us to enable us to conceal our thoughts.

trees, unlike so many humans, always improve on acquaintance. No matter how much you like them at the start you are sure to like them much better further on, and best of all when you have known them for years and enjoyed intercourse with them in all seasons.

Oh Marilla, looking forward to things is half the pleasure of them," exclaimed Anne.

Doesn't matter what a person's name is as long as he behaves himself.

Fancies are like shadows...you can't cage them, they're such wayward, dancing things.

That's one of the things we learn as we grow older -- how to forgive. It comes easier at forty than it did at twenty.

Listen to the trees talking in their sleep,' she whispered, as he lifted her to the ground. 'What nice dreams they must have!