Without shedding of blood there is no anything. Everything, it seems to me, has to be purchased by selfsacrifice. Our race has marked every step of its painful ascent with blood. And now torrents of it must flow again.

People told her she hadn't changed much, in a tone which hinted they were surprised and a little disappointed she hadn't.

Snow in April is abominable," said Anne. "Like a slap in the face when you expect a kiss.

But really, Marilla, one can't stay sad very long in such an interesting world, can one?

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

War was a hellish, horrible hideous thing - too horrible and hideous to happen in the twentieth century between civilised nations.

Isn't it terrible the way some unworthy folks are loved, while others that deserve it far more, you'd think, never get much affection?