Never be silent with persons you love and distrust," Mr. Carpenter had said once. "Silence betrays.

Thank goodness, we can choose our friends. We have to take our relatives as they are, and be thankful.

I wonder what a soul…a person's soul…would look like,' said Priscilla dreamily. 'Like that, I should think,' answered Anne, pointing to a radiance of sifted sunlight streaming through a birch tree. 'Only with shape and features of course. I like to fancy souls as being made of light. And some are all shot through with rosy stains and quivers…and some have a soft glitter like moonlight on the sea…and some are pale and transparent like mist at dawn.

The greatest happiness is to sneeze when you want to.

Do you think amethysts can be the souls of good violets?

We ought always to try to influence others for good.

I've come home in love with loneliness