Once you begin being naughty, it is easier to go and on and on, and sooner or later something dreadful happens.

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.

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.

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.

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

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.

So Pa sold the little house. He sold the cow and calf. He made hickory bows and fastened them upright to the wagon box. Ma helped him stretch white canvas over them.