Love is the light that you see by.

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.

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

There is no division nor subtraction in the heart-arithmetic of a good mother. There are only addition and multiplication.

Love is the light that you see by.

Except for our higher order of minds we are like the little moles under the earth carrying out blindly the work of digging, thinking our own dark passage-ways constitute all there is to the world.

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