Her theme was happiness: what it was; what it was not; where we might find it, where not; and how, if found, it must be guarded. Never must we confound it with pleasure. Nor think sorrow its exact opposite. — Mary Lavin Copy Share Image
Take my own father! You know what he said in his last moments? On his deathbed, he defied me to name a man who had enjoyed a better life. In spite of the dreadful pain, his face radiated happiness," said… — Mary Lavin Copy Share Image
I don’t think I would ever want to be a writer of detective stories - but I would like to be a detective and… — Mary Lavin Copy Share Image
Her theme was happiness: what it was; what it was not; where we might find it, where not; and how, if found, it must… — Mary Lavin Copy Share Image
Take my own father! You know what he said in his last moments? On his deathbed, he defied me to name a man who… — Mary Lavin Copy Share Image
