It's been my experience that you can nearly always enjoy things if you make up your mind firmly that you will.

There must be a limit to the mistakes one person can make, and when I get to the end of them, then I'll be through with them. That's a very comforting thought.

That's the worst of growing up, and I'm beginning to realize it. The things you wanted so much when you were a child don't seem half so wonderful to you when you get them.

Looking forward to things is half the pleasure of them. You mayn't get the things themselves; but nothing can prevent you from having the fun of looking forward to them.

Isn't it good just to be alive on a day like this? I pity the people who aren't born yet for missing it.

I'm always sorry when pleasant things end. Something still pleasanter may come after, but you can never be sure.