Oh", she thought, "how horrible it is that people have to grow up-and marry-and change!

We must have ideals and try to live up to them, even if we never quite succeed. Life would be a sorry business without them. With them it's grand and great.

[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.

Red hair is my life long sorrow.

It's the worst kind of cruelty — the thoughtless kind. You can't cope with it.

Children can be the most cruel creatures alive. They have the herd instinct of prejudice against any outsider, and they are merciless in its indulgence.

…I think,' concluded Anne, hitting on a very vital truth, 'that we always love best the people who need us.