″ When days grow dark and nights grow dreary, we can be thankful that our God combines in his nature the creative synthesis of love and justice that will lead us through life’s dark valleys and into sunlit pathways of hoop and fulfillment.”
“The first day of the rest of my life, and I’m not sure I want to be here. I know I should be thanking somebody for this, but I really don’t feel like it. Instead, I wish they hadn’t bothered.”
“I don’t think I ever ought to call myself ‘unlucky Jo’ again, when my greatest wish has been so beautifully gratified,” said Mrs. Bhaer, taking Teddy’s little fist out of the milk pitcher, in which he was rapturously churning.