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

Why is it that the nicest things never are healthy?

I wish we could see perfumes as well as smell them. I'm sure they would be very beautiful.

Walter's eyes were very wonderful. All the joy and sorrow and laughter and loyalty and aspirations of many generations lying under the sod looked out of their dark-gray depths.

But just think what a dull world it would be if everyone was sensible,' pleaded Anne.

Rilla's heart skipped a beat — or, if that be a physiological impossibility, she thought it did.

You must pay the penalty of growing-up, Paul. You must leave fairyland behind you.