“Strange, ain't it, how folks seem to resent anyone being born a mite cleverer than they be.”

“It isn't fair she should have everything and I nothing. She isn't better or cleverer or much prettier than me…only luckier.”

“Heretics are wicked, but they're mighty int'resting. It's jest that they've got sorter lost looking for God, being under the impression that He's hard to find - which He ain't never.”

“Which would you rather be if you had the choice--divinely beautiful or dazzlingly clever or angelically good?”

“Life may be a vale of tears, all right, but there are some folks who enjoy weeping, I reckon.”

“It's rather hard to decide just when people are grown up,' laughed Anne.'That's a true word, dearie. Some are grown up when they're born, and others ain't grown up when they're eighty, believe me. That same Mrs. Roderick I was speaking of never grew up. She was as foolish when she was hundred as when she was ten.''Perhaps that was why she lived so long,' suggested Anne.”

“And it seemed to me, too, that I've always been afraid when I was in the company of people…afraid of saying something stupid…afraid of being laughed at.”