I have a little brown cocoon of an idea that may possibly expand into a magnificent moth of fulfilment.

I read in a book once that a rose by any other name would smell as sweet, but I've never been able to believe it. I don't believe a rose WOULD be as nice if it was called a thistle or a skunk cabbage.

I hate to lend a book I love...it never seems quite the same when it comes back to me.

Night is beautiful when you are happy--comforting when you are in grief--terrible when you are lonely and unhappy.

A good laugh is as good as a prayer sometimes.

I am well in body although considerably rumpled up in spirit, thank you, ma'am,' said Anne gravely. Then aside to Marilla in an audible whisper, 'There wasn't anything startling in that, was there, Marilla?

Dear old world', she murmured, 'you are very lovely, and I am glad to be alive in you.