“The world seems a lonesome place when mother has passed away and only memories of her are left.”

Never bet your money on another man’s game.

There is no comfort anywhere for anyone who dreads to go home.

That which is the wonder of one age is the commonplace of the next.

It does not so much matter what happens. It is what one does when it happens that really counts.

Everything from the little house was in the wagon, except the beds and tables and chairs. They did not need to take these, because Pa could always make new ones.

We had no choice. Sadness was a dangerous as panthers and bears. the wilderness needs your whole attention.

We who live in quiet places have the opportunity to become acquainted with ourselves, to think our own thoughts and live our own lives in a way that is not possible for those keeping up with the crowd.

No rich man can walk through the eye of a needle.

We’d never get anything fixed to suit us if we waited for things to suit us before we started.

The real things haven’t changed. It is still best to be honest and truthful; to make the most of what we have; to be happy with simple pleasures; and have courage when things go wrong.

Did you ever think how a bit of land shows the character of the owner?

Let your joy scream across the pain.

You venture into the unknown land because that is where your heart will take you. In the end, it is not what you want to do, it is something you have to do.

Life begins at eighty.

A good laugh overcomes more difficulties and dissipates more dark clouds than any other one thing.

The sweetness of life lies in usefulness, like honey deep in the heart of a clover bloom.

Misery doesn’t love just any company it desires the kind presence only loneliness feeds but that’s not love at all. – love doesn’t eat it bleeds.

If I am a legend, then why am I so lonely?

She loves her lonely moments the silence away from the crowds, when its just her daydreaming.

The sea is everything. It covers seven tenths of the terrestrial globe. Its breath is pure and healthy. It is an immense desert, where man is never lonely, for he feels life stirring on all sides.

Won’t someone please answer my prayers before I’m old and gray. I’ve been lonely too long and all my family thinks I’m gay.

If I’m such a legend, then why am I so lonely? If I’m such a legend, then why do I sit at home for hours staring at the damned telephone, hoping it’s out of order, even calling the operator asking her if she’s sure it’s not out of order?

It is the lone worker who makes the first advance in a subject: the details may be worked out by a team, but the prime idea is due to the enterprise, thought, and perception of an individual.

That desert of loneliness and recrimination that men call love.