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

The greatest antidote in the world for grief is work, and the necessity of work.

Sometime in their lives, everybody wanted to go home.

Christmas Eve was a night of song that wrapped itself about you like a shawl. But it warmed more than your body. It warmed your heart...filled it, too, with melody that would last forever.

In 1846 the prairie town of Oak River existed only in a settler's dream.

Junior was eleven. The statement is significant. There are a few peevish people in the world who believe that all eleven-year-old boys ought to be hung. Others, less irritable, think that gently chloroforming them would seem more humane. A great many good-natured folks contend that incarceration for a couple of years would prove the best way to dispose of them.

Love is the light that you see by.