You cannot write on the heart of another what you do not feel yourself.

I don't so much mind the falling, but I do seem to select the hardest spots to light on.

Now what is a guest? A thing of a day! A person who disturbs your routine and interferes with important concerns. Why should any one be grateful for company? Why should time and money be lavished on visitors? They come. You overwork yourself. They go. You are glad of it. You return the visit, because it's the only way to have back at them.

It really seems as if failure and hardship make more of a human being of folks than success.

To my way of thinking and working, the greatest service a piece of fiction can do any reader is to leave him with a higher ideal of life than he had when he began. If in one small degree it shows him where he can be...gentler, saner, cleaner, kindlier...it is a wonder-working book. If it opens his eyes to one beauty in nature he never saw for himself and leads him one step toward the God of the Universe, it is a beneficial book.

The seasons run with swift feet.

But Aunt Margaret doesn't like boys," objected Elnora. "Well, she likes me, and I used to be a boy.