Fear is a vile thing, and is at the bottom of almost every wrong and hatred of the world.

Marilla felt more embarrassed than ever. She had intended to teach Anne the childish classic, "Now I lay me down to sleep." But she had, as I have told you, the glimmerings of a sense of humor--which is simply another name for a sense of the fitness of things; and it suddenly occurred to her that simple little prayer, sacred to the white-robed childhood lisping at motherly knees, was entirely unsuited to this freckled witch of a girl who knew and cared nothing about God's love, since she had never had it translated to her through the medium of human love.

She looked like a head-on collision between a fashion plate and a nightmare.

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

Kindred spirits are not so scarce as I used to think. It's splendid to find out there are so many of them in the world.

The world looks like something God had just imaged for his own pleasure, doesn't it?

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