Well now, I'd rather have you than a dozen boys, Anne,' said Matthew patting her hand. 'Just mind you that — rather than a dozen boys. Well now, I guess it wasn't a boy that took the Avery scholarship, was it? It was a girl — my girl — my girl that I'm proud of.

I am well in body although considerable rumpled up in spirit.

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?

Wouldn't it be nice if roses could talk? I'm sure they could tell us such lovely things.

But Anne with her elbows on the window sill, her soft cheek laid against her clasped hands, and her eyes filled with visions, looked out unheedingly across city roof and spire to that glorious dome of sunset sky and wove her dreams of a possible future from the golden tissue of youth's own optimism. All the Beyond was hers, with its possibilities lurking rosily in the oncoming years — each year a rose of promise to be woven into an immortal chaplet.

Why is it that the nicest things never are healthy?

The only true animal is a cat, and the only true cat is a gray cat.