I have learned to look upon each little hindrance as a jest and each great one as a foreshadowing of victory.

In daylight I belong to the world . . . in the night to sleep and eternity. But in the dusk I'm free from both and belong only to myself . . . and you

Never be silent with persons you love and distrust," Mr. Carpenter had said once. "Silence betrays.

Oh Marilla, looking forward to things is half the pleasure of them," exclaimed Anne.

I am simply a 'book drunkard.' Books have the same irresistible temptation for me that liquor has for its devotee. I cannot withstand them.

Despair is a free man--hope is a slave.

It's so hard to get up again—although of course the harder it is the more satisfaction you have when you do get up, haven't you?