Life is worth living as long as there's a laugh in it.

The woods call to us with a hundred voices, but the sea has one only — a mighty voice that drowns our souls in its majestic music. The woods are human, but the sea is of the company of the archangels.

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

The point of good writing is knowing when to stop.

But she had long ago learned that when she wandered into the realm of fancy she must go alone. The way to it was by an enchanted path where not even her dearest might follow her.

Human nature is not obliged to be consistent.

I'm so glad I live in a world where there are Octobers.