I have really done so few bad things that they have to keep harping on the old ones [.]

I feel as if I had opened a book and found roses of yesterday sweet and fragrant, between its leaves.

When twilight drops her curtain down And pins it with a star Remember that you have a friend Though she may wander far.

Rebellion flamed up in her soul as the dark hours passed by – not because she had no future but because she had no past.

The only thing I envy about a cat is its purr," remarked Dr. Blythe once, listening to Doc's resonant melody. "It is the most contented sound in the world.

That doesn't sound very attractive," laughed Anne. "I like people to have a little nonsense about them.

As she walked along she dramatized the night. There was about it a wild, lawless charm that appealed to a certain wild, lawless strain hidden deep in Emily’s nature—the strain of the gypsy and the poet, the genius and the fool.