That's one of the things we learn as we grow older -- how to forgive. It comes easier at forty than it did at twenty.

There must be a limit to the mistakes one person can make, and when I get to the end of them, then I'll be through with them. That's a comforting thought

Even when I'm alone I have real good company — dreams and imaginations and pretendings. I like to be alone now and then, just to think over things and taste them. But I love friendships — and nice, jolly little times with people.

[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.

Why, I've never even had a quarrel with any one. I haven't an enemy. What a spineless thing I must be not to have even one enemy!

Mrs. Lynde says, 'Blessed are they who expect nothing for they shall not be disappointed.

At seventeen dreams DO satisfy because you think the realities are waiting for you farther on.