One June evening, when the orchards were pink-blossomed again, when the frogs were singing silverly sweet in the marshes about the head of the Lake of Shining Waters, and the air was full of the savor of clover fields and balsamic fir woods, Anne was sitting by her gable window. She had been studying her lessons, but it had grown too dark to see the book, so she had fallen into wide-eyed reverie, looking out past the boughs of the Snow Queen, once more bestarred with its tufts of blossom.

Life, deal gently with her ... Love, never desert her

There is so much in the world for us all if we only have the eyes to see it, and the heart to love it, and the hand to gather it to ourselves--so much in men and women, so much in art and literature, so much everywhere in which to delight, and for which to be thankful.

The ghosts of things that never happened are worse than the ghosts of things that did.

You mayn't get the things themselves; but nothing can prevent you from having the fun of looking forward to them.

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

As a rule, I am very careful to be shallow and conventional where depth and originality are wasted.