It isn't what we are, but what folks think we are, that counts in this world.

"In all this world there is nothing so beautiful as a happy child," says good old Santa Claus; and if he had his way the children would all be beautiful, for all would be happy.

I think the world is like a great mirror, and reflects our lives just as we ourselves look upon it. Those who turn sad faces toward the world find only sadness reflected. But a smile is reflected in the same way, and cheers and brightens our hearts. You think there is no pleasure to be had in life. That is because you are heartsick and-and tired, as you say. With one sad story ended you are afraid to begin another-a sequel-feeling it would be equally sad. But why should it be? Isn't the joy or sorrow equally divided in life?

I have a feeling we're not in Kansas anymore.

In all this world there is nothing so beautiful as a happy child.

Everything in life is unusual until you become accustomed to it.

One can be ugly in looks, but lovely in disposition.