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.

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

It'll be just lovely for you to play -- it'll be so hard. And there's so much more fun when it is hard!

What men and women need is encouragement. Their natural resisting powers should be strengthened, not weakened ... Instead of always harping on a man's faults, tell him of his virtues. Try to pull him out of his rut ... Hold up to him his better self, his real self that can dare and do and win out! ... People radiate what is in their minds and in their hearts.

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.

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