There is such a place as fairyland - but only children can find the way to it...until they have grown so old that they forget the way. Only a few, who remain children at heart, can ever find that fair, lost path again...The world calls them singers and poets and artists and story-tellers; but they are just people who have never forgotten the way to fairyland.

…I think,' concluded Anne, hitting on a very vital truth, 'that we always love best the people who need us.

One can't get over the habit of being a little girl all at once.

It's such an interesting world. It wouldn't be half so interesting if we knew all about everything, would it?

And he wrote, "When the moon rises tonight think of me and I'll think of you.

I suppose all this sounds very crazy — all these terrible emotions always do sound foolish when we put them into our inadequate words. They are not meant to be spoken — only felt and endured.

It's so hard to get up again—although of course the harder it is the more satisfaction you have when you do get up, haven't you?