March came in that winter like the meekest and mildest of lambs, bringing days that were crisp and golden and tingling, each followed by a frosty pink twilight which gradually lost itself in an elfland of moonshine.

Anne laughed and sighed. She felt very old and mature and wise — which showed how young she was.

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 wouldn't want to marry anybody who was wicked, but I think I'd like it if he could be wicked and wouldn't.

I am well in body although considerable rumpled up in spirit.

Human nature is not obliged to be consistent.

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