But I'd rather look like you than be pretty," she told Anne sincerely. Anne laughed, sipped honey from the tribute, and cast away the sting.

When I think something nice is going to happen I seem to fly right up on the wings of anticipation; and then the first thing I realize I drop down to earth with a thud. But really, Marilla, the flying part is glorious as long as it lasts. . . it's like soaring through a sunset. I think it almost pays for the thud.

Few women are so beautiful and charming that they can afford to divest themselves of any portion of their charm; so they are very foolish to do so by smoking. It doesn't matter about men. Men look ugly and silly, too, when smoking. But it isn't beauty that matters with them-only strength

I wish every one in the world was as warm and sheltered as we are tonight.

A plate of apples, an open fire, and a jolly good book are a fair substitute for heaven.

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

Don't you ever imagine things differently than what they are? Oh, Marilla, how much you miss.