Nobody is ever too old to dream. And dreams never grow old.

…I'm sorry, and a little dissatisfied as well. Miss Stacy told me long ago that by the time I was twenty my character would be formed, for good or evil. I don't feel that it's what it should be. It's full of flaws.' 'So's everybody's,' said Aunt Jamesina cheerfully. 'Mine's cracked in a hundred places. Your Miss Stacy likely meant that when you are twenty your character would have got its permanent bent in one direction or 'tother, and would go on developing in that line.

Oh, but there's such a difference between saying a thing yourself and hearing other people say it,' wailed Anne. 'You may know a thing is so, but you can't help hoping other people don't quite think it is.

It's so hard to get up again—although of course the harder it is the more satisfaction you have when you do get up, haven't you?

She had looked her duty courageously in the face and found it a friend - as duty ever is when we meet it frankly.

You have the itch for writing born in you. It's quite incurable. What are you going to do with it?

It is ever so much easier to be good if your clothes are fashionable.