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

These happy golden years are passing by, these happy golden years.

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.

These times are too progressive. Everything has changed too fast. Railroads and telegraphs and kerosene and coal stoves -- they're good to have but the trouble is, folks get to depend on 'em.

Remember me with smiles and laughter, for that is how I'll remember you all. If you can only remember me with tears, then don't remember me at all.

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

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