It was three o'clock in the morning – the wisest and most accursed hour of the clock. But sometimes it sets us free.

Anne "felt instinctively" that romance was peeping at her around a corner.

But it ain't our feelings we have to steer by through life--no, no, we'd make shipwreck mighty often if we did that. There's only the one safe compass and we've got to set our course by that--what it's right to do.

There isn't any such thing as an ordinary life. (92)

I must be getting old ... People are beginning to tell me I look so young. They never tell you that when you are young.

Perhaps, after all, romance did not come into one’s life with pomp and blare, like a gay knight riding down; perhaps it crept to one’s side like an old friend through quiet ways; perhaps it revealed itself in seeming prose, until some sudden shaft of illumination flung athwart its pages betrayed the rhythm and the music, perhaps . . . perhaps . . . love unfolded naturally out of a beautiful friendship, as a golden-hearted rose slipping from its green sheath.

Everything that's worth having is some trouble.