It's dreadful what little things lead people to misunderstand each other.
Which would you rather be if you had the choice--divinely beautiful or dazzlingly clever or angelically good?
Everything that's worth having is some trouble.
I have learned to look upon each little hindrance as a jest and each great one as a foreshadowing of victory.
It makes you feel very virtuous when you forgive people, doesn't it?
Saying one's prayers isn't exactly the same thing as praying.