Perhaps, after all, romance did not come into one's life with pomp and blare... Perhaps it crept to one's side like an old friend through quiet ways.

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

I am well in body although considerable rumpled up in spirit.

There isn't any such thing as an ordinary life. (92)

When twilight drops her curtain down And pins it with a star Remember that you have a friend Though she may wander far.

She looks just as music sounds, I think,' answered Anne.

There's such a lot of different Annes in me. I sometimes think that is why I'm such a troublesome person. If I was just the one Anne it would be ever so much more comfortable, but then it wouldn't be half so interesting.