“Be glad. Be good. Be brave.”

“It'll be just lovely for you to play -- it'll be so hard. And there's so much more fun when it is hard!”

“Oh, yes; the game was to just find something about everything to be glad about—no matter what 'twas”

“... there is something about everything that you can be glad about, if you keep hunting long enough to find it.”

“Miss Polly actually stamped her foot in irritation. "There you go like the rest," she shouted. "What game?" At last Nancy told her all about the story of how the crutches arrived instead of a doll, and how Pollyanna's father had taught her that there was always something to be glad about. Miss Polly couldn't believe it. "how can someone ever be glad of crutches?" she demanded to know. "Simple" said Nancy. "In Pollyanna's case, she could be glad she didn't need them!”

“... if God took the trouble to tell us eight hundred times to be glad and rejoice, He must want us to do it—SOME.”

“Oh, yes," nodded Pollyanna, emphatically. He [her father] said he felt better right away, that first day he thought to count 'em. He said if God took the trouble to tell us eight hundred times [in the Bible] to be glad and rejoice, He must want us to do it - SOME.”