Nobody whom this war has touched will ever be happy again in quite the same way. But it will be a better happiness, I think, little sister - a happiness we've earned.

It was November--the month of crimson sunsets, parting birds, deep, sad hymns of the sea, passionate wind-songs in the pines. Anne roamed through the pineland alleys in the park and, as she said, let that great sweeping wind blow the fogs out of her soul.

Some nights are like honey - and some like wine - and some like wormwood.

Having adventures comes natural to some people", said Anne serenely. "You just have a gift for them or you haven't.

All pioneers are considered to be afflicted with moonstruck madness.

That is one consolation when you are poor—there are so many more things you can imagine about.

There are a great many people who do not understand things so there is no use in telling them.