Oh, sometimes I think it is of no use to make friends. They only go out of your life after awhile and leave a hurt that is worse than the emptiness before they came.

I read somewhere once that souls were like flowers,' said Priscilla. 'Then your soul is a golden narcissus,' said Anne, 'and Diana's is like a red, red rose. Jane's is an apple blossom, pink and wholesome and sweet.' 'And our own is a white violet, with purple streaks in its heart,' finished Priscilla.

A favor is never so long-lived as a grudge.

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

I know I haven't much sense or sobriety, but I've got what is ever so much better — the knack of making people like me.

Anne: "But have you ever noticed one encouraging thing about me, Marilla? I never make the same mistake twice". Marilla: "I don't know as that's much benefit when you're always making new ones".

Cakes have such a terrible habit of turning out bad just when you especially want them to be good.