I'm always sorry when pleasant things end. Something still pleasanter may come after, but you can never be sure.

It's delightful when your imaginations come true, isn't it?

Few things in Avonlea ever escaped Mrs. Lynde. It was only that morning Anne had said, "If you went to your own room at midnight, locked the door, pulled down the blind, and sneezed, Mrs. Lynde would ask you the next day how your cold was!

It is a strange thing to read a letter after the writer is dead - a bitter-sweet thing, in which pain and comfort are strangely mingled.

They keep coming up new all the time - things to perplex you, you know. You settle one question and there's another right after. There are so many things to be thought over and decided when you're beginning to grow up. It keeps me busy all the time thinking them over and deciding what's right. It's a serious thing to grow up, isn't it, Marilla?

It's been my experience that you can nearly always enjoy things if you make up your mind firmly that you will.

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