From that time on, the world was hers for the reading. She would never be lonely again, never miss the lack of intimate friends. Books became her friends and there was one for every mood.

Is it not so that a son what is bad to his mother is bad to his wife?

A child forgets a time of hunger but never forgets the aching want of other things.

Forgiveness is a gift of high value. Yet its cost is nothing.

People looking up at her--at her smooth pretty vivacious face--had no way of knowing about the painfully articulated resolves formulating in her mind.

Look at everything always as though you were seeing it either for the first or last time: Thus is your time on earth filled with glory.

Books became her friends, and there was one for every mood.