Here sat Marilla Cuthbert, when she sat at all, slightly distrustful of sunshine, which seemed to her too dancing and irresponsible a thing for a world which was meant to be taken seriously.

I have learned to look upon each little hindrance as a jest and each great one as a foreshadowing of victory.

To love is easy and therefore common - but to understand - how rare it is!

There is nothing more aggravating than a man who won't talk back - unless it is a woman who won't.

I wish we could see perfumes as well as smell them. I'm sure they would be very beautiful.

Oh", she thought, "how horrible it is that people have to grow up-and marry-and change!

I'm always sorry when pleasant things end. Something still pleasanter may come after, but you can never be sure.