Gretchen, some people kiss each other by scoldin'; I do--I scold to make the world better.

I suppose everything is for the best, after all.

There is no experience in life that does not teach us something, and there is a better world beyond that awaits all who desire a better life.
Our desires are better than ourselves--mine are.

Good desires are prayers, and I think that they will all be answered some day." She sat in silence, thinking of her lonely situation, of her ignorance and imperfection, of her often baffled struggles to do well in this world and to overcome her poor, weak self, and she burst into tears.
"Play," she said.

"Music is a kind of prayer." And Gretchen touched the musical glasses..