But Really, Marilla, One Can't Stay Sad

I Read Somewhere Once That Souls Were Like Flowers,' Said Priscilla. 'then Your Soul Is A Golden Narcissus,' Said Anne, 'and Diana's Is Like A Red, Red Rose. Jane's Is An Apple Blossom, Pink And Wholesome And Sweet.' 'and Our Own Is A White Violet, With Purple Streaks In Its Heart,' Finished Priscilla.

There's No Use Trying To Live In Other People's Opinions. The Only Thing To Do Is Live In Your Own.

Most Of The Trouble In Life Comes From Misunderstanding, I Think,' Said Anne.

Red Hair Is My Life Long Sorrow.

There Are Many Worse Friends Than The Soft, Silent, Furry, Cat-folk.