Sympathy wanting, all is wanting; its personal magnetism is the conductor of the sacred spark that lights our atoms, puts us m human communion, and gives us to company, conversation, and ourselves.
Truth is sensitive and jealous of the least encroachment upon its sacredness.
Where there is a mother in the home, matters go well.
None can teach admirably if not loving his task.
Action and blood now get the game. Disdain treads on the peaceful name.
All unrest is but the struggle of the soul to reassure herself of her inborn immortality.