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

Why, I've never even had a quarrel with any one. I haven't an enemy. What a spineless thing I must be not to have even one enemy!

I read somewhere once that souls were like flowers,' said Priscilla. 'Then your soul is a golden narcissus,' said Anne, 'and Diana's is like a red, red rose. Jane's is an apple blossom, pink and wholesome and sweet.' 'And our own is a white violet, with purple streaks in its heart,' finished Priscilla.

I know I chatter on far too much... but if you only knew how many things I want to say and don't. Give me SOME credit.

You're never safe from being surprised until you're dead.

Gilbert put his arm about them. 'Oh, you mothers!' he said. 'You mothers! God knew what He was about when He made you.

You'll never write anything that really satisfies you though it may satisfy other people.