There is nothing wrong with God’s plan that man should earn his bread by the sweat of his brow.
LAURA INGALLS WILDERNo rich man can walk through the eye of a needle.
More Laura Ingalls Wilder Quotes
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I understood….that in my own life I represented a whole period of American history.
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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.
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Let’s be cheerful! We have no more right to steal the brightness out of the day for our own family than we have to steal the purse of a stranger.
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Once you begin being naughty, it is easier to go and on and on, and sooner or later something dreadful happens.
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Never bet your money on another man’s game.
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Vices are simply overworked virtues.
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Remember well, and bear in mind, a constant friend is hard to find.
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We had no choice. Sadness was a dangerous as panthers and bears. the wilderness needs your whole attention.
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There is a spirit in every home, a sort of composite spirit composed of the thoughts and feelings of the members of the family as a composite photograph is formed of the features of different individuals.
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These times are too progressive. Everything has changed too fast. Railroads and telegraphs and kerosene and coal stoves — they’re good to have but the trouble is, folks get to depend on ’em.
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Courage and kindness, loyalty, truth, and helpfulness are always the same and always needed.
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The only stupid thing about words is the spelling of them.
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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.
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All those golden autumn days the sky was full of wings. Wings beating low over the blue water of Silver Lake, wings beating high in the blue air far above it bearing them all away to the green fields in the South.
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These happy golden years are passing by, these happy golden years.
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