The sun was slowly setting in the west, casting golden beams of light into the somber old room.

It's funny how dogs and cats know the inside of folks better than other folks do, isn't it?

I should think you could be gladder on Monday mornin' than any other day in the week, because 'twould be a whole week before you'd have another one!

Be glad. Be good. Be brave.

Just breathing isn't living!

You lose such a lot of time just sleeping ... when you might just be living! ... It seems such a pity we can't live nights too.

Of course things you don't know about are always nicer'n things you do, same as the pertater on 'tother side of the plate is always the biggest.