I wasn't crying about mothers," he said rather indignantly. "I was crying because I can't get my shadow to stick on. Besides, I wasn't crying.

The man of science appears to be the only man who has something to say just now, and the only man who does not know how to say it.

We never understand how little we need in this world until we know the loss of it.

Those who bring sunshine into the lives of others cannot keep it from themselves.

The gates of heaven are so easily found when we are little, and they are always standing open to let children wander in.

They knew in what they called their hearts that one can get on quite well without a mother, and that it is only the mothers who think you can't.

Times have changed since a certain author was executed for murdering his publisher. They say that when the author was on the scaffold he said good-bye to the minister and to the reporters, and then he saw some publishers sitting in the front row below, and to them he did not say good-bye. He said instead, "I'll see you again."