There is no division nor subtraction in the heart-arithmetic of a good mother. There are only addition and multiplication. — Bess Streeter Aldrich Copy Share Image
“And of course, everybody thinks it's just like it used to be when the Indians jazzed around and played 'You're it' with arrows.” — Bess Streeter Aldrich Copy Share Image
You have to dream things out. It keeps a kind of an ideal before you. You see it first in your mind and then… — Bess Streeter Aldrich Copy Share Image
Christmas Eve was a night of song that wrapped itself about you like a shawl. But it warmed more than your body. It warmed… — Bess Streeter Aldrich Copy Share Image
A person may encircle the globe with mind open only to bodily comfort. Another may live his life on a sixty-foot lot and listen… — Bess Streeter Aldrich Copy Share Image
“Hair, to Tillie, meant nothing by way of being a woman's crowning glory. It was merely, as the dictionary so ably states, small horny,… — Bess Streeter Aldrich Copy Share Image
“...Uncle Harry Wentworth's dollar was turned deep under the sod. But though the sun shone on it and the rain fell, nothing ever came… — Bess Streeter Aldrich Copy Share Image
When I was young I had no means or time, and now I have the means and time, I have no youth. — Bess Streeter Aldrich Copy Share Image
They are the most painful tears in the world ... the tears of the aged ... for they come from dried beds where the… — Bess Streeter Aldrich Copy Share Image
“I've tried to keep pleasant," Mabel went on. "You don't know how I've tried. I have that verse pinned up on my dresser, about The man worth while is the man who can smile, When everything goes dead wrong." "Take it down," Mother said cheerfully. "If there's a verse in the world that has been worked overtime, it's that one.… — Bess Streeter Aldrich Copy Share
