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?

The beauty of winter is that it makes you appreciate spring.

People laugh at me because I use big words. But if you have big ideas, you have to use big words to express them, haven't you?

Secrets are generally terrible. Beauty is not often hidden — only ugliness and deformity.

There might be some hours of loneliness. But there was something wonderful even in loneliness. At least you belonged to yourself when you were lonely.

Anyone who has gumption knows what it is, and anyone who hasn’t can never know what it is. So there is no need of defining it.

[Anne, commenting on city life] "I think I would probably come to the conclusion that I'd like it for a while... but in the end, I'd still prefer the sound of the wind in the firs across the brook more than the tinkling of crystal.