A Mother's Happiness Is Like A Beacon,

Man Is Neither Good Nor Bad; He Is Born With Instincts And Abilities.

Foppery, Being The Chronic Condition Of Women, Is Not So Much Noticed As It Is When It Breaks Out On The Person Of The Male Bird.

Love Is Precisely To The Moral Nature What The Sun Is To The Earth.

A Mother's Life, You See, Is One Long Succession Of Dramas, Now Soft And Tender, Now Terrible. Not An Hour But Has Its Joys And Fears.

Lofty Souls Are Always Inclined To Make A Virtue Of Misfortune.