There are certain narrow, umimaginative, and autocratic old people who seem to call out the most mischievous and sometimes the worst traits in children.

Bear figs for a season or two, and the world outside the orchard is very unwilling you should bear thistles.

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.

Father doesn't think very sudden, but he thinks awful strong.

If you make children happy now, you will make them happy twenty years hence by the memory of it.

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

Why is it that the people with whom one loves to be silent are also the very ones with whom one loves to talk?