War was a hellish, horrible hideous thing - too horrible and hideous to happen in the twentieth century between civilised nations.

Youth is not a vanished thing but something that dwells forever in the heart.

Don't you ever imagine things differently than what they are? Oh, Marilla, how much you miss.

Human nature is not obliged to be consistent.

Rilla's heart skipped a beat — or, if that be a physiological impossibility, she thought it did.

Nobody with any real sense of humor *can* write a love story. . . . Shakespeare is the exception that proves the rule. (90-91)

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