Some nights are like honey - and some like wine - and some like wormwood.

I can't cheer up — I don't want to cheer up. It's nicer to be miserable!

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

The body grows slowly and steadily but the soul grows by leaps and bounds. It may come to its full stature in an hour.

Oh, Marilla, I thought I was happy before. Now I know that I just dreamed a pleasant dream of happiness. This is the reality.

Despair is a free man--hope is a slave.

I have a dream," he said slowly. "I persist in dreaming it, although it has often seemed to me that it could never come true. I dream of a home with a hearth-fire in it, a cat and dog, the footsteps of friends -- and YOU!