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

It is the sweet, simple things of life which are the real ones after all.

Many a good beginning makes a bad ending.

A long time ago, when all the grandfathers and grandmothers of today were little boys and little girls or very small babies, or perhaps not even born, Pa and Ma and Mary and Laura and Baby Carrie left their little house in the Big Woods of Wisconsin.

Vices are simply overworked virtues.

Persons appear to us according to the light we throw upon them from our own minds. -Laura Ingalls Wilder, author (1867-1957)

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.