Be it in the garden, the nursery or the bedroom, a loving touch compensates for an unskilled hand.

If we have friends we should look only for the best in them and give them the best that is in us...

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

Thank goodness, we can choose our friends. We have to take our relatives as they are, and be thankful…

Perhaps, after all, romance did not come into one's life with pomp and blare, like a gay knight riding down; perhaps it crept to one's side like an old friend through quiet ways; perhaps. . . perhaps. . .love unfolded naturally out of a beautiful friendship, as a golden-hearted rose slipping from its green sheath.

Anne, are you killed?' shrieked Diana, throwing herself on her knees beside her friend. 'Oh, Anne, dear Anne, speak just one word to me and tell me if you're killed.

You'll stay right here with me, Anne-girl, said Gilbert lazily. I won't have you flying away from me into the hearts of storms.

We'll never say good-bye to each other. We'll just smile and go.

Do you know, Mrs. Allan, I'm thankful for friendship. It beautifies life so much. True friendship is a very helpful thing indeed, said Mrs. Allan, and we should have a very high ideal of it , and never sully it by any failure in truth and sincerity. I fear the name of friendship is often degraded to a kind of intimacy that had nothing of real friendship in it.

But the summer had been a very happy one, too -- a time of glad living with summer suns and skies, a time of keen delight in wholesome things; a time of renewing and deepening of old friendships; a time in which she had learned to live more nobly, to work more patiently, to play more heartily.

Doss dear, said Cousin Georgiana mournfully, some day you will discover that blood is thicker than water. Of course it is. But who wants water to be thick? parried Valancy.

Anne had brought her slate down on Gilbert's head and cracked it—slate not head—clear across.