For though love has been ridiculed and disgraced, exchanged and bartered, dragged through the courts, and sold for thirty pieces of silver, the bright, steady glow of its fire still shines on the hearth-stones of countless homes.
Bess Streeter AldrichExcept for our higher order of minds we are like the little moles under the earth carrying out blindly the work of digging, thinking our own dark passage-ways constitute all there is to the world.
Bess Streeter AldrichThere is no division nor subtraction in the heart-arithmetic of a good mother. There are only addition and multiplication.
Bess Streeter Aldrich