There was no mistaking her sincerity--it breathed in every tone of her voice. Both Marilla and Mrs. Lynde recognized its unmistakable ring. But the former understood in dismay that Anne was actually enjoying her valley of humiliation--was reveling in the thoroughness of her abasement. Where was the wholesome punishment upon which she, Marilla, had plumed herself? Anne had turned it into a species of positive pleasure.

Look at that sea, girls--all silver and shadow and vision of things not seen. We couldn't enjoy its loveliness any more if we had millions of dollars and ropes of diamonds.

There is another bend in the road after this. No one knows what will happen.

There is no use in loving things if you have to be torn from them, is there? And it's so hard to keep from loving things, isn't it?

The only true animal is a cat, and the only true cat is a gray cat.

It's as easy to give away a million as a hundred if you have not got either.

Death grows friendlier as we grow older.