A person's a person, no matter how small.

The people that mind don't matter, and the people that matter don't mind.

Preachers in pulpits talked about what a great message is in the book. No matter what you do, somebody always imputes meaning into your books.

Sometimes, when I see my granddaughters make small discoveries of their own, I wish I were a child.

How did it get so late so soon? Its night before its afternoon. December is here before its June. My goodness how the time has flewn. How did it get so late so soon?

No act of kindness, no matter how small, is ever wasted.