“The summer's flower is to the summer sweetThough to itself it only live and die”

“They that have power to hurt and will do none,That do not do the thing they most do show,Who, moving others, are themselves as stone,Unmoved, cold, and to temptation slow,They rightly do inherit Heaven's graces,And husband nature's riches from expense;They are the lords and owners of their faces,Others but stewards of their excellence.The summer's flow'r is to the summer sweetThough to itself it only live and die;But if that flow'r with base infection meet,The basest weed outbraves his dignity:For sweetest things turn sourest by their deeds;Lillies that fester smell far worse than weeds.”

“Do you know what I think Mayflowers are, Marilla? I think they must be the souls of the flowers that died last summer, and this is their heaven.”

“In summer, the song sings itself.”

“We should enjoy this summer, flower by flower, as if it were to be the last one we’ll see.”

“He was just like summer, and she loved summer. If she had any wish, it would be to live a lifetime of summers.”