As the years pass, I am coming more and more to understand that it is the common, everyday blessings of our common everyday lives for which we should be particularly grateful. They are the things that fill our lives with comfort and our hearts with gladness -- just the pure air to breathe and the strength to breath it; just warmth and shelter and home folks; just plain food that gives us strength; the bright sunshine on a cold day; and a cool breeze when the day is warm.

The real things haven't changed. It is still best to be honest and truthful; to make the most of what we have; to be happy with simple pleasures; and have courage when things go wrong.

She heard pa shouting,"Jiminy crickets!It's raining fish-hooks and hammer handles!

All I have told is true, but it is not the whole truth.

We'd never get anything fixed to suit us if we waited for things to suit us before we started.

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

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.