We ought always to try to influence others for good.

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.

You may tire of reality but you never tire of dreams.

If you can't be cheerful, be as cheerful as you can.

Even when I'm alone I have real good company — dreams and imaginations and pretendings. I like to be alone now and then, just to think over things and taste them. But I love friendships — and nice, jolly little times with people.

I've loved you ever since that day you broke your slate over my head in school.

God's in His heaven, alls right with the world', whispered Anne softly.