"It's nearly time."
"When it's time, we'll go."
"Buddy, I wouldn't feel too bad. Things mightn't be so dreadful as you think."
"They might, and then again they mightn't."
"I wouldn't give up."
"I've given up everything I can give up."
"You seem—pretty much all right."
"Live or die, sink or swim, survive or perish. Them's my slogans. I'll come through all right. I am all right. Got to be."
"Oh, Buddy," Elizabeth said, "you will be all right."
"It's a funny thing, little sister, that you don't irritate me more. It seems to me that you used to be quite an irritating child, and now I scarcely mind you, no matter how Paul Pryish or Polly Anna-ish you get."