The trouble with you people is that you don't laugh enough.

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

Fear is a vile thing, and is at the bottom of almost every wrong and hatred of the world.

I don't know, I don't want to talk as much. (...) It's nicer to think dear, pretty thoughts and keep them in one's heart, like treasures. I don't like to have them laughed at or wondered over.

One June evening, when the orchards were pink-blossomed again, when the frogs were singing silverly sweet in the marshes about the head of the Lake of Shining Waters, and the air was full of the savor of clover fields and balsamic fir woods, Anne was sitting by her gable window. She had been studying her lessons, but it had grown too dark to see the book, so she had fallen into wide-eyed reverie, looking out past the boughs of the Snow Queen, once more bestarred with its tufts of blossom.

it doesn't take long to stay an hour.

There is another bend in the road after this. No one knows what will happen.