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

Fear is a confession of weakness. What you fear is stronger than you, or you think it is, else you wouldn't be afraid of it.

After all, what could you expect from a pig but a grunt?

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

Gilbert put his arm about them. 'Oh, you mothers!' he said. 'You mothers! God knew what He was about when He made you.

I'm so glad my window looks east into the sunrising- It's so splendid to see the morning coming up over those long hills and glowing through those sharp fir tops. It's new every morning, and I feel as if I washed my very soul in that bath of earliest sunshine.

The trouble with you people is that you don't laugh enough.