Do you know what I think Mayflowers are, Marilla? I think they must be the souls of the flowers that died last summer, and this is their heaven.

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

Oh", she thought, "how horrible it is that people have to grow up-and marry-and change!

I don't like green Christmases. They're not green—they're just nasty faded browns and grays.

That's the worst of growing up, and I'm beginning to realize it. The things you wanted so much when you were a child don't seem half so wonderful to you when you get them.

Gossip lies nine times and tells a half truth the tenth.

That's one splendid thing about such affairs — it's so lovely to look back to them.