'Oh, yes,' nodded Pollyanna emphatically. 'He said he felt better right away, that first day he thought to count 'em. He said if God took the trouble to tell us eight hundred times to be glad and rejoice, He must want us to do it - some.

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.

... if God took the trouble to tell us eight hundred times to be glad and rejoice, He must want us to do it—SOME.

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!

I love different folks.

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.

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