Anne always remembered the silvery, peaceful beauty and fragrant calm of that night. It was the last night before sorrow touched her life; and no life is ever quite the same again when once that cold, sanctifying touch has been laid upon it.

She will love deeply--suffer terribly--she will have glorious moments to compensate.

Oh Marilla, looking forward to things is half the pleasure of them," exclaimed Anne.

Don't you just love poetry that gives you a crinkly feeling up and down your back?

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

Houses are like people - some you like and some you don't like - and once in a while there is one you love.

No one can be free who has a thousand ancestors.