Despair is a free man--hope is a slave.

And if you couldn't be loved, the next best thing was to be let alone.

You must pay the penalty of growing-up, Paul. You must leave fairyland behind you.

Thank goodness, we can choose our friends. We have to take our relatives as they are, and be thankful.

There's such a lot of different Annes in me. I sometimes think that is why I'm such a troublesome person. If I was just the one Anne it would be ever so much more comfortable, but then it wouldn't be half so interesting.

It was less humiliating to admit crying because of your feet than because - because somebody had been amusing himself with you and your friends had forgotten you, and other people patronised you.

I love pretty things; and I hate to look in the glass and see something that isn't pretty. It makes me feel so sorrowful—just as I feel when I look at any ugly thing. I pity it because it isn't beautiful.