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

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

Everything from the little house was in the wagon, except the beds and tables and chairs. They did not need to take these, because Pa could always make new ones.

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

There is no comfort anywhere for anyone who dreads to go home.

Suffering passes, while love is eternal. That's a gift that you have received from God. Don't waste it.