not all clever words are true. … And inversely most things that are true are not clever.
BESS STREETER ALDRICHnot all clever words are true. … And inversely most things that are true are not clever.
BESS STREETER ALDRICHFor though love has been ridiculed and disgraced, exchanged and bartered, dragged through the courts, and sold for thirty pieces of silver, the bright, steady glow of its fire still shines on the hearth-stones of countless homes.
BESS STREETER ALDRICHA person may encircle the globe with mind open only to bodily comfort. Another may live his life on a sixty-foot lot and listen to the voices of the universe.
BESS STREETER ALDRICHSome girls are apparently born with dates; some through much personal activity, achieve them; but others seem by necessity to have dates thrust upon them.
BESS STREETER ALDRICHThere is no division nor subtraction in the heart-arithmetic of a good mother. There are only addition and multiplication.
BESS STREETER ALDRICHOur souls may all be equal in the sight of the Lord, but our gumption and ingenuity ain’t. So the results of man’s labor will never be equal.
BESS STREETER ALDRICHThings last so much longer than people.
BESS STREETER ALDRICHI think that love is more like a light that you carry. At first childish happiness keeps it lighted and after that romance. Then motherhood lights it and then duty . . . and maybe after that sorrow.
BESS STREETER ALDRICHJunior was eleven. The statement is significant. There are a few peevish people in the world who believe that all eleven-year-old boys ought to be hung. Others, less irritable, think that gently chloroforming them would seem more humane.
BESS STREETER ALDRICHThe greatest antidote in the world for grief is work, and the necessity of work.
BESS STREETER ALDRICHThey are the most painful tears in the world … the tears of the aged … for they come from dried beds where the emotions have long burned low.
BESS STREETER ALDRICHSometime in their lives, everybody wanted to go home.
BESS STREETER ALDRICHYou wouldn’t think that sorrow could be a light, would you, dearie? But it can. And then after that, service lights it. Yes. . . . I think that is what love is to a woman . . . a lantern in her hand.
BESS STREETER ALDRICHRegardless of the popular literary trend of the times, write the thing which lies close to your heart.
BESS STREETER ALDRICHthoughts are acrobats, agile and quite often untrustworthy.
BESS STREETER ALDRICHLove is the light that you see by.
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