There is nothing wrong with God's plan that man should earn his bread by the sweat of his brow.

She thought to herself, "This is now." 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.

We heap up around us things that we do not need as the crow makes piles of glittering pebbles.

Home is the nicest word there is.

Why should we need extra time in which to enjoy ourselves? If we expect to enjoy our life, we will have to learn to be joyful in all of it, not just at stated intervals when we can get time or when we have nothing else to do.

Life begins at eighty.

Far worst of all, the fever had settled in Mary's eyes, and Mary was blind.