Most of the trouble in life comes from misunderstanding, I think,' said Anne.

I wonder what it would be like to live in a world where it was always June.

That is one good thing about this world - there are always sure to be more springs.

Saying one's prayers isn't exactly the same thing as praying.

I've always loved the night and I'll like lying awake and thinking over everything in life, past, present and to come. Especially to come.

You'd find it easier to be bad than good if you had red hair," said Anne reproachfully. "People who haven't red hair don't know what trouble is.

But Anne with her elbows on the window sill, her soft cheek laid against her clasped hands, and her eyes filled with visions, looked out unheedingly across city roof and spire to that glorious dome of sunset sky and wove her dreams of a possible future from the golden tissue of youth's own optimism. All the Beyond was hers, with its possibilities lurking rosily in the oncoming years — each year a rose of promise to be woven into an immortal chaplet.