The wastes of snow on the hill were ghostly in the moonlight. The stars were piercingly bright.
Maud Hart LovelaceBetsy returned to her chair, took off her coat and hat, opened her book and forgot the world again.
Maud Hart LovelaceGood things come, but they're never perfect; are they? You have to twist them into something perfect.
Maud Hart LovelaceThe most important part of religion isn't in any church. It's down in your own heart. Religion is in your thoughts, and in the way you act from day to day, in the way you treat other people. It's honesty, and unselfishness, and kindness. Especially kindness.
Maud Hart Lovelace