Perhaps. . .love unfolded naturally out of a beautiful friendship, as a golden-hearted rose slipping from its green sheath.

I have learned to look upon each little hindrance as a jest and each great one as a foreshadowing of victory.

I read somewhere once that souls were like flowers,' said Priscilla. 'Then your soul is a golden narcissus,' said Anne, 'and Diana's is like a red, red rose. Jane's is an apple blossom, pink and wholesome and sweet.' 'And our own is a white violet, with purple streaks in its heart,' finished Priscilla.

Kindred spirits alone do not change with the changing years.

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

You noticed that I wore this outfit twice? Why, the only thing you wear twice is a sour expression.

Ruby Gillis thinks of nothing but young men, and the older she gets the worse she is. Young men are all very well in their place, but it doesn't do to drag them into everything, does it?