Ray Stannard Baker

I sometimes think we expect too much of Christmas Day. We try to crowd into it the long arrears of kindliness and humanity of the whole year. As for me, I like to take my Christmas a little at a time, all through the year. And thus I drift along into the holidays - let them overtake me unexpectedly - waking up some find morning and suddenly saying to myself: 'Why, this is Christmas Day!

Looking back, I have this to regret, that too often when I loved, I did not say so

No real friendship is ever made without an initial clashing which discloses the metal of each to each.