But was anything in life, Anne asked herself wearily, like one's imagination of it?

I feel as if I had opened a book and found roses of yesterday sweet and fragrant, between its leaves.

Everything that's worth having is some trouble.

But she had long ago learned that when she wandered into the realm of fancy she must go alone. The way to it was by an enchanted path where not even her dearest might follow her.

She had...the glimmerings of a sense of humour - which is simply another name for a sense of the fitness of things.

Since ever the world was spinning And till the world shall end You've your man in the beginning Or you have him in the end, But to have him from start to finish And neither nor borrow nor lend Is what all of the girls are wanting And none of the gods can send

No use in taking a cat's opinion of a dog.