A plate of apples, an open fire, and a jolly good book are a fair substitute for heaven.

Do you think amethysts can be the souls of good violets?

I am well in body although considerable rumpled up in spirit.

Nothing is ever really lost to us as long as we remember it.

It is never quite safe to think we have done with life. When we imagine we have finished our story fate has a trick of turning the page and showing us yet another chapter.

I know I haven't much sense or sobriety, but I've got what is ever so much better — the knack of making people like me.

Anyhow, there'll be plenty of jam in heaven, that's one comfort, he said complacently. Perhaps there will...if we want it, she said, But what makes you think so? Why, it's in the catechism, said Davy. Oh, no, there is nothing like that in the catechism, Davy. But I tell you there is, persisted Davy. It was in that question Marilla taught me last Sunday. Why should we love God? It says, Because he makes preserves, and redeems us. Preserves is just a holy way of saying jam.