Some people do crossword puzzles. I do books.

Well' Francie decided, 'I guess the thing that is giving me this headache is life - and nothing else but'.

All my life I've been lonely. I've been lonely at crowded parties. I've been lonely in the middle of kissing a girl and I've been lonely at camp with hundreds of fellows around. But now I'm not lonely any more.

And that's where the whole trouble is. We're too much alike to understand each other because we don't even understand our own selves.

People always think that happiness is a faraway thing," thought Francie, "something complicated and hard to get. Yet, what little things can make it up; a place of shelter when it rains - a cup of strong hot coffee when you're blue; for a man, a cigarette for contentment; a book to read when you're alone - just to be with someone you love. Those things make happiness.

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

It takes a lot of doing to die.