Oh, I don't know. I've come so far short in so many things. I haven't done what I meant to do when I began to teach last fall. I haven't lived up to my ideals. None of us ever do, said Mrs. Allan with a sigh. But then, Anne, you know what Lowell says, 'Not failure but low aim is crime.' We must have ideals and try to live up to them, even if we never quite succeed. Life would be a sorry business without them. With them it's grand and great. Hold fast to your ideals, Anne.

Laugh at your mistakes but learn from them, joke over your troubles but gather strength from them, make a jest of your difficulties but overcome them.

Ridete dei vostri errori ma imparate da essi, scherzate sui vostri problemi ma traetene forza, fatevi beffe delle difficoltà ma superatele.

I never make the same mistake twice. I don't know as that's much benefit when you're always making new ones. Oh, don't you see, Marilla? There must be a limit to the mistakes one person can make, and when I get to the end of them, then I'll be through with them. That's a very comforting thought.

Niyeyse, bir ÅŸeyi ikinci kez düÅŸündüÄŸünüzde asla ilki kadar iyi olmuyor. Hiç bunu fark?na varm?? m?yd?n?z?

Eh, hepimiz hata yapar?z tatl?m, bu yüzden art?k bunu geride b?rak. Hatalar?m?zdan piÅŸman olup ders almal?y?z ama asla onlar? kendimizle birlikte geleceÄŸe ta??mamal?y?z.

I'd write of people and places like I knew, and I'd make my characters talk everyday English; and I'd let the sun rise and set in the usual quiet way without much fuss over the fact. If I had to have villains at all, I'd give them a chance, Anne—I'd give them a chance.

I am not concerned that you have fallen -- I am concerned that you arise.

The probability that we may fail in the struggle ought not to deter us from the support of a cause we believe to be just.

I do the very best I can, I mean to keep going. If the end brings me out all right, then what is said against me won't matter. If I'm wrong, ten angels swearing I was right won't make a difference.

There can be glory in failure and despair in success.

The path was worn and slippery. My foot slipped from under me, knocking the other out of the way, but I recovered and said to myself, It's a slip and not a fall.