Most things are predestined, but some are just darn sheer luck, said Roaring Abel.

The ghosts of things that never happened are worse than the ghosts of things that did.

I don't like green Christmases. They're not green—they're just nasty faded browns and grays.

A child that has a quick temper, just blaze up and cool down, ain't never likely to be sly or deceitful.

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

I must be getting old ... People are beginning to tell me I look so young. They never tell you that when you are young.

Anyhow, there'll be plenty of jam in heaven, that's one comfort, he said complacently. Perhaps there will...if we want it, she said, But what makes you think so? Why, it's in the catechism, said Davy. Oh, no, there is nothing like that in the catechism, Davy. But I tell you there is, persisted Davy. It was in that question Marilla taught me last Sunday. Why should we love God? It says, Because he makes preserves, and redeems us. Preserves is just a holy way of saying jam.