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

For though love has been ridiculed and disgraced, exchanged and bartered, dragged through the courts, and sold for thirty pieces of silver, the bright, steady glow of its fire still shines on the hearth-stones of countless homes.

It takes a small town to keep you humble.

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

thoughts are acrobats, agile and quite often untrustworthy.

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.

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