There are a great many people who do not understand things so there is no use in telling them.

But was anything in life, Anne asked herself wearily, like one's imagination of it?

There are many worse friends than the soft, silent, furry, cat-folk.

That's a lovely idea, Diana,' said Anne enthusiastically. 'Living so that you beautify your name, even if it wasn't beautiful to begin with…making it stand in people's thoughts for something so lovely and pleasant that they never think of it by itself. Thank you, Diana.

My life is a perfect graveyard of buried hopes.

Heretics are wicked, but they're mighty int'resting. It's jest that they've got sorter lost looking for God, being under the impression that He's hard to find - which He ain't never.

It's rather hard to decide just when people are grown up.