“People who haven’t red hair don’t know what trouble is.”

“Red hair is my life long sorrow.”

“I don't know that she is as amusing as she was when she was a child, but she makes me love her and I like people who make me love them. It saves me so much trouble in making myself love them.”

“She makes me love her and I like people who make me love them. It saves me so much trouble making myself love them”

“It would be so much easier to be good if one’s hair was handsome auburn, don’t you think?”

“I do know my own mind,' protested Anne. 'The trouble is, my mind changes and then I have to get acquainted with it all over again.”

“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.”