“Home is the nicest word there is.”

Many a good beginning makes a bad ending.

The wilderness needs your whole attention.

Wild animals would not stay in a country where there were so many people. Pa did not like to stay, either. He liked a country where the wild animals lived without being afraid.

It is the sweet, simple things of life which are the real ones after all.

Courage and kindness, loyalty, truth, and helpfulness are always the same and always needed.

We go lightheartedly on our way, never thinking that by a careless word or two we may have altered the whole course of human lives, for some person will take our advice and use it.

There is nothing wrong with God’s plan that man should earn his bread by the sweat of his brow.

There the wild animals wandered and fed as though they were in a pasture that stretched much farther than a man could see, and there were no settlers. Only Indians lived there.

If enough people think of a thing and work hard enough at it, I guess it’s pretty nearly bound to happen, wind and weather permitting.

The uplift of a fearless heart will help us over barriers. No one ever overcomes difficulties by going at them in a hesitant, doubtful way.

Some old-fashioned things like fresh air and sunshine are hard to beat.

The trouble with organizing a thing is that pretty soon folks get to paying more attention to the organization than to what they’re organized for.

We must get rid of the habit of classing all women together politically and thinking of the ‘woman’s vote’ as one and indivisible.

Once you begin being naughty, it is easier to go and on and on, and sooner or later something dreadful happens.

Never bet your money on another man’s game.

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

Ah, the patter of little feet around the house. There’s nothing like having a midget for a butler.

If you think you are enlightened; go home for Thanksgiving.

Home was a place to be only when all other places were closed.

I tell people, ‘If you want to send a message to the White House, call my house.’

Power said to the world, you are mine. The world kept it prisoner on her throne. Love said to the world, I am thine. The world gave it the freedom of her house.

I’m not at the point where I’d feel safe in a house alone. I would be really scared. I’m the kind of person that when I get up to go use the bathroom I have this big long hallway, and I just know someone’s going to jump out and get me.

I tell people, ‘If you want to send a message to the White House, call my house.’

We’re all just walking each other home.