No rich man can walk through the eye of a needle.

When the fiddle had stopped singing Laura called out softly, "What are days of auld lang syne, Pa?" "They are the days of a long time ago, Laura," Pa said. "Go to sleep, now." But Laura lay awake a little while, listening to Pa's fiddle softly playing and to the lonely sound of the wind in the Big Woods,… She was glad that the cozy house, and Pa and Ma and the firelight and the music, were now. They could not be forgotten, she thought, because now is now. It can never be a long time ago.

When Pa was at home the gun always lay across those two wooden hooks above the door. ... The gun was always loaded, and always above the door so that Pa could get it quickly and easily, any time he needed a gun.

Vices are simply overworked virtues.

Suffering passes, while love is eternal. That's a gift that you have received from God. Don't waste it.

The uplift of a fearless heart will help us over barriers.

We had no choice. Sadness was a dangerous as panthers and bears. the wilderness needs your whole attention.