Few things in Avonlea ever escaped Mrs. Lynde. It was only that morning Anne had said, "If you went to your own room at midnight, locked the door, pulled down the blind, and sneezed, Mrs. Lynde would ask you the next day how your cold was!

You may tire of reality but you never tire of dreams.

That's a lovely idea, Diana,' said Anne enthusiastically. 'Living so that you beautify your name, even if it wasn't beautiful to begin with…making it stand in people's thoughts for something so lovely and pleasant that they never think of it by itself. Thank you, Diana.

But really, Marilla, one can't stay sad very long in such an interesting world, can one?

Plum puffs can't minister to a mind diseased or a world that's crumbling to pieces

For there is no bond more lasting than that formed by the mutual confidences of that magic time when youth is slipping from the sheath of childhood and beginning to wonder what lies for it beyond those misty hills that bound the golden road.

It was three o'clock in the morning – the wisest and most accursed hour of the clock. But sometimes it sets us free.