But she had long ago learned that when she wandered into the realm of fancy she must go alone. The way to it was by an enchanted path where not even her dearest might follow her.

It's so dreadful to have nothing to love - life is so empty - and there's nothing worse than emptiness.

It's the worst kind of cruelty — the thoughtless kind. You can't cope with it.

Nobody can keep on being angry if she looks into the heart of a pansy for a little while.

Welcome, Anne. I thought you'd come today. You belong to the afternoon so it brought you. Things that belong together are sure to come together. What a lot of trouble that would save some people if they only knew it. But they don't...and so they waste beautiful energy moving heaven and earth to bring things together that don't belong.

I'm so glad I live in a world where there are Octobers.

That's one of the things we learn as we grow older -- how to forgive. It comes easier at forty than it did at twenty.