“God's in His heaven, alls right with the world', whispered Anne softly.”

“Heaven must be very beautiful, of course, the Bible says so — but, Anne, it won't be what I've been used to.”

“But just think what a dull world it would be if everyone was sensible,' pleaded Anne.”

“Out of your world perhaps, Susan — but not out of mine,' said Anne with a faint smile.”

“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?”

“After all," Anne had said to Marilla once, "I believe the nicest and sweetest days are not those on which anything very splendid or wonderful or exciting happens but just those that bring simple little pleasures, following one another softly, like pearls slipping off a string.”

“It takes all sorts of people to make a world, as I've often heard, but I think there are some who could be spared,' Anne told her reflection in the east gable mirror that night.”