You can't have many exclamation points left,' thought Anne, 'but no doubt the supply of italics is inexhaustible.

[O]ne can dream so much better in a room where there are pretty things.

It was October again ... a glorious October, all red and gold, with mellow mornings when the valleys were filled with delicate mists as if the spirit of autumn had poured them in for the sun to drain - amethyst, pearl, silver, rose, and smoke-blue. The dews were so heavy that the fields glistened like cloth of silver and there were such heaps of rustling leaves in the hollows of many-stemmed woods to run crisply through.

Gossip lies nine times and tells a half truth the tenth.

To dispair is to turn your back on God.

Oh, it's delightful to have ambitions. I'm so glad I have such a lot. And there never seems to be any end to them-- that's the best of it. Just as soon as you attain to one ambition you see another one glittering higher up still. It does make life so interesting.

Isn't it terrible the way some unworthy folks are loved, while others that deserve it far more, you'd think, never get much affection?