Most of all the other beautiful things in life come by twos and threes, by dozens and hundreds. Plenty of roses, stars, sunsets, rainbows, brothers, and sisters, aunts and cousins, but only one mother in the whole world.

To let blessed babies go dangling and dawdling without names, for months and months, was enough to ruin them for life.

A real Christmas baby was not to be lightly named.

Every child born into the world is a new thought of God, an ever-fresh and radiant possibility.

you can never prove God; you can only find Him!

The world is always a new plaything to children, while to the old it seems falling to pieces from sheer dryness. Everything loses its value with time, but it is not the fault of the fruit, but of the mouth and the tongue.

To make my diary a little different I am going to call it a Thought Book ... I have thoughts that I never can use unlesss I write them down, for Aunt Miranda always says, Keep your thoughts to yourself.