It takes a small town to keep you humble.

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.

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

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

thoughts are acrobats, agile and quite often untrustworthy.

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

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.