Don't be led away by those howls about realism. Remember-pine woods are just as real as pigsties and a darn sight pleasanter to be in.

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

I think it would be worse to expect nothing than to be disappointed.

I wonder if it will be—can be—any more beautiful than this,’ murmured Anne, looking around her with the loving, enraptured eyes of those to whom ‘home’ must always be the loveliest spot in the world, no matter what fairer lands may lie under alien stars.

I've always loved the night and I'll like lying awake and thinking over everything in life, past, present and to come. Especially to come.

…the Lake of Shining Waters was blue — blue — blue; not the changeful blue of spring, nor the pale azure of summer, but a clear, steadfast, serene blue, as if the water were past all modes and tenses of emotion and had settled down to a tranquillity unbroken by fickle dreams.

I have a little brown cocoon of an idea that may possibly expand into a magnificent moth of fulfilment.