Kindred spirits alone do not change with the changing years.

Anne was always glad in the happiness of her friends; but it is sometimes a little lonely to be surrounded everywhere by happiness that is not your own.

In this world you've just got to hope for the best and prepare for the worst and take whatever God sends.

It was November--the month of crimson sunsets, parting birds, deep, sad hymns of the sea, passionate wind-songs in the pines. Anne roamed through the pineland alleys in the park and, as she said, let that great sweeping wind blow the fogs out of her soul.

I feel as though someone's handed me the moon... and I don't exactly know what to do with it.

Words aren't made — they grow,' said Anne.

That is one consolation when you are poor—there are so many more things you can imagine about.