Life owes me something more than it has paid me and I'm going out to collect it.

If it's IN you to climb you must -- there are those who MUST lift their eyes to the hills -- they can't breathe properly in the valleys.

I have a little brown cocoon of an idea that may possibly expand into a magnificent moth of fulfilment.

I know I haven't much sense or sobriety, but I've got what is ever so much better — the knack of making people like me.

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

I'd write of people and places like I knew, and I'd make my characters talk everyday English; and I'd let the sun rise and set in the usual quiet way without much fuss over the fact. If I had to have villains at all, I'd give them a chance, Anne--I'd give them a chance. There are some terrible bad men the world, I suppose, but you'd have to go a long piece to find them...But most of us have got a little decency somewhere in us. Keep on writing, Anne.

Since ever the world was spinning And till the world shall end You've your man in the beginning Or you have him in the end, But to have him from start to finish And neither nor borrow nor lend Is what all of the girls are wanting And none of the gods can send