That's one of the things we learn as we grow older -- how to forgive. It comes easier at forty than it did at twenty.

...the sorrows God sent us brought comfort and strength with them, while the sorrows we brought on ourselves, through folly or wickedness, were by far the hardest to bear.

I am quite likely to re-act to the opposite extreme - to feel rapturously that the world is beautiful and mere existence something to thank God for. I suppose our 'blues' are the price we have to pay for our temperament. 'The gods don't allow us to be in their debt.' They give us sensitiveness to beauty in all its forms but the shadow of the gift goes with it.

let's not borrow trouble. The rate of interest is too high.

It’s so much more romantic to end a story up with a funeral than a wedding.

Saying one's prayers isn't exactly the same thing as praying.

Our sacrifice is greater than his," cried Rilla passionately. "Our boys give only themselves. We give them.