Why is it that the nicest things never are healthy?

Tears don't hurt like the ache does.

When people mean to be good to you, you don't mind very much when they're not quite—always.

To dispair is to turn your back on God.

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.

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

We don't know where we're going, but isn't is fun to go?