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

…always felt the pain of her friends so keenly that she could not speak easy, fluent words of comforting. Besides, she remembered how well-meant speeches had hurt her in her own sorrow and was afraid.

It's the fools that make all the trouble in the world, not the wicked.

That is one consolation when you are poor—there are so many more things you can imagine about.

I can't help flying up on the wings of anticipation. It's as glorious as soaring through a sunset... almost pays for the thud.

You mayn't get the things themselves; but nothing can prevent you from having the fun of looking forward to them.

I don't really care what people think about me if they don't let me see it.