Anne was always glad in the happiness of her friends; but it is sometimes a little lonely to be surrounded everywhere by happiness that is not your own.

It's bad enough to feel insignificant, but it's unbearable to have it grained into your soul that you will never, can never, be anything but insignificant.

Nobody is ever too old to dream. And dreams never grow old.

The ghosts of things that never happened are worse than the ghosts of things that did.

she was richer in those dreams than in realities; for things seen pass away, but the things that are unseen are eternal.

It's not vanity to know your own good points. It would just be stupidity if you didn't; It's only vanity when you get puffed up about them.

It's delightful when your imaginations come true, isn't it?