... there is something about everything that you can be glad about, if you keep hunting long enough to find it.

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.

Oh, yes; the game was to just find something about everything to be glad about—no matter what 'twas

I long ago discovered that you can't TELL about Pollyanna. The minute you try to, she sounds priggish and preachy, and--impossible. Yet you and I know she is anything but that.

My relationship with "Pollyanna" is a very personal one, because Pollyanna got me through my childhood.

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

There was a thoughtful frown on the face of the man who was the possessor of twenty million dollars.