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.

To love is easy and therefore common - but to understand - how rare it is!

Isn't it good just to be alive on a day like this? I pity the people who aren't born yet for missing it.

Which would you rather be if you had the choice--divinely beautiful or dazzlingly clever or angelically good?

You were never poor as long as you had something to love.

Oh, we're very careful, Marilla. And it's so interesting. Two flashes means, "Are you there?" Three means "yes" and four "no." Five means, "Come over as soon as possible, because I have something important to reveal." Diana has just signalled five flashes, and I'm really suffering to know what it is.

Have you ever noticed how many silences there are Gilbert? The silence of the woods....of the shore....of the meadows....of the night....of the summer afternoon. All different because the undertones that thread them are different.