But just think what a dull world it would be if everyone was sensible,' pleaded Anne.

Everything that's worth having is some trouble.

It takes all sorts of people to make a world, as I've often heard, but I think there are some who could be spared,' Anne told her reflection in the east gable mirror that night.

I wish we could see perfumes as well as smell them. I'm sure they would be very beautiful.

I don't like green Christmases. They're not green—they're just nasty faded browns and grays.

It's the worst kind of cruelty — the thoughtless kind. You can't cope with it.

Blessings be the inventor of the alphabet, pen and printing press! Life would be -- to me in all events -- a terrible thing without books.