“I doubted God last Sunday " said Rilla "but I don't doubt Him today. Evil cannot win. Spirit is on our side and it is bound to outlast flesh.”

“Our sacrifice is greater than his," cried Rilla passionately. "Our boys give only themselves. We give them.”

“I'm afraid our old world has come to an end, Rilla. We've got to face the fact. (Walter)”

“Rilla was fond of italics, as most girls of fifteen are.”

“Rilla's heart skipped a beat - or, if that be a pysiological impossibility, she thought it did.”

“You can't have many exclamation points left,' thought Anne, 'but no doubt the supply of italics is inexhaustible.”

“I am quite likely to re-act to the opposite extreme - to feel rapturously that the world is beautiful and mere existence something to thank God for. I suppose our 'blues' are the price we have to pay for our temperament. 'The gods don't allow us to be in their debt.' They give us sensitiveness to beauty in all its forms but the shadow of the gift goes with it.”