Real love is a permanently self-enlarging experience.
All God does is watch us and kill us when we get boring. We must never, ever be boring.
I nearly fell again, but new hands grabbed me from in front and dragged me down a steel floor and then forced me to my knees and locked my hands to something behind me.
They weren't wearing insignia.
We owe something to extravagance, for thrift and adventure seldom go hand in hand.
Level with your child by being honest. Nobody spots a phony quicker than a child.
Cheerfulness, it would appear, is a matter which depends fully as much on the state of things within, as on the state of things without and around us.