But I believe I rather like superstitious people. They lend color to life. Wouldn't it be a rather drab world if everybody was wise and sensible . . . and good? What would we find to talk about?

God's in His heaven, alls right with the world', whispered Anne softly.

It does not do to laugh at the pangs of youth. They are very terrible because youth has not yet learned that 'this, too, will pass away.

It is ever so much easier to be good if your clothes are fashionable.

I'm afraid to speak or move for fear that all this wonderful beauty will just vanish... like a broken silence.

A bosom friend - an intimate friend, you know - a really kindred spirit to whom I can confide my inmost soul.

I can't cheer up — I don't want to cheer up. It's nicer to be miserable!