I love pretty things; and I hate to look in the glass and see something that isn't pretty. It makes me feel so sorrowful—just as I feel when I look at any ugly thing. I pity it because it isn't beautiful.

I have a little brown cocoon of an idea that may possibly expand into a magnificent moth of fulfilment.

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

Maples are such sociable trees ... They're always rustling and whispering to you.

After all," Anne had said to Marilla once, "I believe the nicest and sweetest days are not those on which anything very splendid or wonderful or exciting happens but just those that bring simple little pleasures, following one another softly, like pearls slipping off a string.

There are plenty of people, in Avonlea and out of it, who can attend closely to their neighbours' business by dint of neglecting their own; but Mrs. Rachel Lynde was one of those capable creatures who can manage their own concerns and those of other folks into the bargain.

If we don't chase things, sometimes the things following us can catch up." -L.M. Montgomery