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

Life begins at eighty.

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.

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.

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

It is the sweet, simple things of life which are the real ones after all.

The trouble with organizing a thing is that pretty soon folks get to paying more attention to the organization than to what they're organized for.