Whatever's Lost, It First Was Won.

I Begin To Think That None Are So Bold As The Timid, When They Are Fairly Roused.

If We Tried To Sink The Past Beneath Our Feet, Be Sure The Future Would Not Stand.

So Mothers Have God's License To Be Missed.

Much Of The Possibility Of Being Cheerful Comes From The Faculty Of Throwing Oneself Beyond Oneself.

I Love Thee To The Level Of Everyday's Most Quiet Need, By Sun And Candle Light...i Love Thee With The Breath,smiles,t Ears,of All My Life.