there is a spirit in every home, a sort of composite spirit composed of the thoughts and feelings of the members of the family as a composite photograph is formed of the features of different individuals.

Home is the nicest word there is.

There the wild animals wandered and fed as though they were in a pasture that stretched much farther than a man could see, and there were no settlers. Only Indians lived there.

We who live in quiet places have the opportunity to become acquainted with ourselves, to think our own thoughts and live our own lives in a way that is not possible for those keeping up with the crowd.

The object of all education is to make folks fit to live.

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

People used to have time to live and enjoy themselves, but there is no time anymore for anything but work, work, work.