We belong to the race that knows Joseph

Nasturtiums, who colored you, you wonderful, glowing things? You must have been fashioned out of summer sunsets.

Don't believe in imagining things different from what they really are. When the Lord puts us in certain circumstances He doesn't mean for us to imagine them away.

At seventeen dreams DO satisfy because you think the realities are waiting for you farther on.

Anyhow, there'll be plenty of jam in heaven, that's one comfort, he said complacently. Perhaps there will...if we want it, she said, But what makes you think so? Why, it's in the catechism, said Davy. Oh, no, there is nothing like that in the catechism, Davy. But I tell you there is, persisted Davy. It was in that question Marilla taught me last Sunday. Why should we love God? It says, Because he makes preserves, and redeems us. Preserves is just a holy way of saying jam.

never write a line you'd be ashamed to read at your own funeral.

Besides, I've been feeling a little blue — just a pale, elusive azure. It isn't serious enough for anything darker.