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.

Home is the nicest word there is.

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

Pa did not like a country so old and worn out that the hunting was poor. He wanted to go west. For two years he had wanted to go west and take a homestead, but Ma did not want to leave the settled country.

If only I had some grease I could fix some kind of a light," Ma considered. "We didn't lack for light when I was a girl before this newfangled kerosene was ever heard of." "That's so," said Pa. "These times are too progressive. Everything has changed too fast. Railroads and telegraph and kerosene and coal stoves--they're good things to have, but the trouble is, folks get to depend on 'em.

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

Remember well, and bear in mind, a constant friend is hard to find.