Who would endure life if it were not for the hope of death?

That's the worst…or the best…of real life, Anne. It won't let you be miserable. It keeps on trying to make you comfortable…and succeeding…even when you're determined to be unhappy and romantic.

No use in taking a cat's opinion of a dog.

We are both going to pray that we may live together all our lives and die the same day.

Don't try to write anything you can't feel - it will be a failure - 'echoes nothing worth

Here sat Marilla Cuthbert, when she sat at all, slightly distrustful of sunshine, which seemed to her too dancing and irresponsible a thing for a world which was meant to be taken seriously.

Doesn't matter what a person's name is as long as he behaves himself.