A real Christmas baby was not to be lightly named..

the habit of generalizing from one particular, that mainstay of the cheap and obvious essayist, has rooted many fictions in the public eye. Nothing, ….

You may have noted the fact that it is a person's virtues as often as his vices that make him difficult to live with..

Please drop a note to the clerk of the weather, and have a good, rousing snow-storm -- say on the twenty-second. None of your meek, gentle, nonsensic….

If I haven't anything to write, I am just as anxious to 'take my pen in hand' as though I had a message to deliver, a cause to plead, or a problem to….

Pictures made in childhood are painted in bright hues..

you can never prove God; you can only find Him!.

Father doesn't think very sudden, but he thinks awful strong..

The soul grows into lovely habits as easily as into ugly ones, and the moment a life begins to blossom into beautiful words and deeds, that moment a ….

The world is always a new plaything to children, while to the old it seems falling to pieces from sheer dryness. Everything loses its value with time….

Some folks mistakes all they see for all there is..

Bear figs for a season or two, and the world outside the orchard is very unwilling you should bear thistles..

If you make children happy now, you will make them happy twenty years hence by the memory of it..

There is nothing so debilitating to a naturally weak sense of humor as selling tickets behind a grating..

To make my diary a little different I am going to call it a Thought Book ... I have thoughts that I never can use unlesss I write them down, for Aunt….

Lord, I do not ask that Thou shouldst give me wealth; only show me where it is, and I will attend to the rest..

It was not long after sunrise, and Stephen Waterman, fresh from his dip in the river, had scrambled up the hillside from the hut in the alder-bushes ….

Every child born into the world is a new thought of God, an ever-fresh and radiant possibility..

The old stage coach was rumbling along the dusty road that runs from Maplewood to Riverboro. The day was as warm as midsummer, though it was only the….

There is a kind of magicness about going far away and then coming back all changed..

Maternal love, like an orange tree, buds and blossoms and bears at once. When a woman puts her finger for the first time into the tiny hand of her ba….