...a little "appreciation" sometimes does quite as much good as all the conscientious "bringing up" in the world.

One June evening, when the orchards were pink-blossomed again, when the frogs were singing silverly sweet in the marshes about the head of the Lake of Shining Waters, and the air was full of the savor of clover fields and balsamic fir woods, Anne was sitting by her gable window. She had been studying her lessons, but it had grown too dark to see the book, so she had fallen into wide-eyed reverie, looking out past the boughs of the Snow Queen, once more bestarred with its tufts of blossom.

…there was something about her that made you feel it was safe to tell her secrets.

When I make up my mind to do a thing it stays made up.

Mrs. Spencer said it was wicked of me to talk like that, but I didn’t mean to be wicked. It’s so easy to be wicked without knowing it, isn’t it?

Maples are such sociable trees ... They're always rustling and whispering to you.

Gilbert, I'm afraid I'm scandalously in love with you.