It is when my umbrella turns inside out that I am convinced of the total depravity of inanimate things.

I am well in body although considerably rumpled up in spirit, thank you, ma'am,' said Anne gravely. Then aside to Marilla in an audible whisper, 'There wasn't anything startling in that, was there, Marilla?

But there is always a November space after the leaves have fallen when she felt it was almost indecent to intrude on the woods…for their glory terrestrial had departed and their glory celestial of spirit and purity and whiteness had not yet come upon them.

You'll never write anything that really satisfies you though it may satisfy other people.

Outgrowing things we love is never a pleasant process.

Why, I've never even had a quarrel with any one. I haven't an enemy. What a spineless thing I must be not to have even one enemy!

Secrets are generally terrible. Beauty is not often hidden — only ugliness and deformity.