Many a good beginning makes a bad ending.

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

So Pa sold the little house. He sold the cow and calf. He made hickory bows and fastened them upright to the wagon box. Ma helped him stretch white canvas over them.

Many a good beginning makes a bad ending.

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.

The enormous lake stretched flat and smooth and white all the way to the edge of the gray sky. Wagon tracks went away across it, so far that you could not see where they went; they ended in nothing at all.

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