The wastes of snow on the hill were ghostly in the moonlight. The stars were piercingly bright.

Betsy returned to her chair, took off her coat and hat, opened her book and forgot the world again.

Julia was as happy as Betsy was, almost. One nice thing about Julia was that she rejoiced in other people's luck.

Come in early, so there'll be time to pop corn, ' Mrs. Ray said. If she mentioned popping corn, they always came in early. So she usually mentioned it.

It looks like something out of Whittier's "Snowbound, "' Julia said. Julia could always think of things like that to say.

Betsy liked to talk. Her father always said she got it from her mother, and her mother always said she got it from her father. But whomever she got it from she was certainly a talker.

Take care not to listen to anyone who tells you what you can and can't be in life.

I have a hard time finding something that I really enjoy reading, but I read 'The Great Gatsby' every summer.

Man is not what he thinks he is, but what he thinks, he is.

As a citizen of this country, I've got to be honest to the people of South Africa.

when she thought it over afterwards it occurred to her that she ought to have wondered at this, but at the time it all seemed quite natural

Criminals thrive on the indulgence of society’s understanding.

I want to deal with the truth and a proper education that will not allow us to be educated and then come out and beg another man for a job when you should be creating a job for yourself.

When information overload occurs, pattern recognition is how to determine truth.

I'd make my promises now if I wasn't so busy arranging to keep them.