I think that love is more like a light that you carry. At first childish happiness keeps it lighted and after that romance. Then motherhood lights it and then duty . . . and maybe after that sorrow. You wouldn't think that sorrow could be a light, would you, dearie? But it can. And then after that, service lights it. Yes. . . . I think that is what love is to a woman . . . a lantern in her hand.

Mrs. Schneiderman's theory of life was that earth held no sorrow that food could not heal.

Some girls are apparently born with dates; some through much personal activity, achieve them; but others seem by necessity to have dates thrust upon them.

When I was young I had no means or time, and now I have the means and time, I have no youth.

Regardless of the popular literary trend of the times, write the thing which lies close to your heart.

It was true, she thought, that the big things awe us but the little things touch us.

Our souls may all be equal in the sight of the Lord, but our gumption and ingenuity ain't. So the results of man's labor will never be equal.