As long as one can suffer, one is living....live and suffer until life is gone.

New York! I've always wanted to see it and now I've see it. It's true what they say-- it's the most wonderful city in the world.

In teaching your child, do not forget that suffering is good too. It makes a person rich in character.

Yes, when I get big and have my own home, no plush chairs and lace curtains for me. And no rubber plants. I'll have a desk like this in my parlor and white walls and a clean green blotter every Saturday night and a row of shining yellow pencils always sharpened for writing and a golden-brown bowl with a flower or some leaves or berries always in it and books . . . books . . . books. . . .

Who wants to die? Everything struggles to live. Look at that tree growing up there out of that grating. It gets no sun, and water only when it rains. It's growing out of sour earth. And it's strong because its hard struggle to live is making it strong. My children will be strong that way.

Oh time...time, pass so that I forget! Oh time, Great Healer, pass over me and let me forget.

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