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

I don't know, I don't want to talk as much. (...) It's nicer to think dear, pretty thoughts and keep them in one's heart, like treasures. I don't like to have them laughed at or wondered over.

When one great passion seizes possession of the soul all other feelings are crowded out.

Anne came dancing home in the purple winter twilight across the snowy places.

You were never poor as long as you had something to love.

Besides, I've been feeling a little blue — just a pale, elusive azure. It isn't serious enough for anything darker.

Trees have as much individuality as human beings. Not even two spruces are alike. There is always some kink or curve or bend of bough to single each one out from its fellows.