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.

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.

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

Biggest affirmative argument I know in favor of 'If a man die, shall he live again?' is just the way you feel inside you that nothin' can stop you from livin' on.

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

Sometime in their lives, everybody wanted to go home.