Laura felt a warmth inside her. It was very small, but it was strong. It was steady, like a tiny light in the dark, and it burned very low but no winds could make it flicker because it would not give up.

All I have told is true, but it is not the whole truth.

The world seems a lonesome place when mother has passed away and only memories of her are left.

Courage and kindness, loyalty, truth, and helpfulness are always the same and always needed.

People used to have time to live and enjoy themselves, but there is no time anymore for anything but work, work, work.

We must get rid of the habit of classing all women together politically and thinking of the 'woman's vote' as one and indivisible.

As the years pass, I am coming more and more to understand that it is the common, everyday blessings of our common everyday lives for which we should be particularly grateful. They are the things that fill our lives with comfort and our hearts with gladness -- just the pure air to breathe and the strength to breath it; just warmth and shelter and home folks; just plain food that gives us strength; the bright sunshine on a cold day; and a cool breeze when the day is warm.