We forgot all about feuds and partings, death and hard times. All we remembered was that God is good and the world is wide and beautiful.
I wish I could do nice things for you, but all I can do is to love you.
One polite fellow asked her where she was from. She told him from New York State. "Why," he asked, "do New Yorkers always say State?" "Why, because," she answered,--and her eyes were big with surprise,--"no one would want to say they were from New York City."
Note: This cracked me up.