Just breathing isn't living!

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.

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, but Aunt Polly, Aunt Polly, you haven't left me any time at all just to- to live.

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!

Just breathing isn't living!

It isn't given to us to see ends. We can only attend to the beginnings and make them right.