She had dreamed some brilliant dreams during the past winter and now they lay in the dust around her. In her present mood of self-disgust, she could not immediately begin dreaming again. And she discovered that, while solitude with dreams is glorious, solitude without them has few charms.

And he wrote, "When the moon rises tonight think of me and I'll think of you.

There is such a place as fairyland - but only children can find the way to it...until they have grown so old that they forget the way. Only a few, who remain children at heart, can ever find that fair, lost path again...The world calls them singers and poets and artists and story-tellers; but they are just people who have never forgotten the way to fairyland.

Youth is not a vanished thing but something that dwells forever in the heart.

Heaven grant me patience! Clothes are very important," said Anne severely

It takes all sorts of people to make a world, as I've often heard, but I think there are some who could be spared,' Anne told her reflection in the east gable mirror that night.

A bosom friend - an intimate friend, you know - a really kindred spirit to whom I can confide my inmost soul.