Home is the nicest word there is.
Remember me with smiles and laughter, for that is how I will remember you all. If you can only remember me with tears, then don't remember me at all.
It is the sweet, simple things of life which are the real ones after all.
Once you begin being naughty, it is easier to go and on and on, and sooner or later something dreadful happens.
So Pa sold the little house. He sold the cow and calf. He made hickory bows and fastened them upright to the wagon box. Ma helped him stretch white canvas over them.
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.
But in the east the sky was pale and through the gray woods came lanterns with wagons and horses, bringing Grandpa and Grandma and aunts and uncles and cousins.
Far worst of all, the fever had settled in Mary's eyes, and Mary was blind.
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.
The enormous lake stretched flat and smooth and white all the way to the edge of the gray sky. Wagon tracks went away across it, so far that you could not see where they went; they ended in nothing at all.
Every job is good if you do your best and work hard. A man who works hard stinks only to the ones that have nothing to do but smell.
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.
A long time ago, when all the grandfathers and grandmothers of today were little boys and little girls or very small babies, or perhaps not even born, Pa and Ma and Mary and Laura and Baby Carrie left their little house in the Big Woods of Wisconsin.
Suffering passes, while love is eternal. That's a gift that you have received from God. Don't waste it.
In the long winter evenings he talked to Ma about the Western country. In the West the land was level, and there were no trees. The grass grew thick and high.
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