Isn't it good just to be alive on a day like this? I pity the people who aren't born yet for missing it.

Behind them in the garden the little stone house brooded among the shadows. It was lonely but not forsaken. It had not yet done with dreams and laughter and the joy of life; there were to be future summers for the little stone house; meanwhile, it could wait. And over the river in purple durance the echoes bided their time.

Doesn't matter what a person's name is as long as he behaves himself.

That is one consolation when you are poor—there are so many more things you can imagine about.

The little things of life, sweet and excellent in their place, must not be the things lived for; the highest must be sought and followed; the life of heaven must be begun here on earth.

We should regret our mistakes and learn from them, but never carry them forward into the future with us.

Cakes have such a terrible habit of turning out bad just when you especially want them to be good.