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

Remember me with smiles and laughter, for that is how I'll remember you all. If you can only remember me with tears, then don't remember me at all.

Once you begin being naughty, it is easier to go and on and on, and sooner or later something dreadful happens.

We who live in quiet places have the opportunity to become acquainted with ourselves, to think our own thoughts and live our own lives in a way that is not possible for those keeping up with the crowd.

Our hearts grow tender with childhood memories and love of kindred, and we are better throughout the year for having, in spirit, become a child again at Christmas-time.

The days have never been long enough to do the things I would like to do. Every year has held more of interest than the year before.

[On dishonesty:] If there were a cry of 'stop thief!' we would all stand still.