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

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

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.

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.

It takes a small town to keep you humble.

Sometime in their lives, everybody wanted to go home.

It is better to remember our love as it was in the springtime.