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.

I've come home in love with loneliness

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

Life, deal gently with her ... Love, never desert her

Anne came dancing home in the purple winter twilight across the snowy places.

It's good advice, but I expect it will be hard to follow; good advice is apt to be, I think.

Gossip, as usual, was one-third right and two-thirds wrong.