The Production Of Souls Is The Secret

One Sees Qualities At A Distance And Defects At Close Range.

Habit Is The Nursery Of Errors.

Mothers Arms Are Made Of Tenderness, And Sweet Sleep Blesses The Child Who Lies Therein.

Why Worry About What Threatens Our Heads Or Purses? Let Us Think Instead Of What Threatens Our Souls.

I Don't Mind What Congress Does, As Long As They Don't Do It In The Streets And Frighten The Horses.