Neither love nor ambition, as it has often been shown, can brook a division of its empire in the heart.

Pride is like the beautiful acacia, that lifts its head proudly above its neighbor plants-forgetting that it too, like them, has its roots in the dirt.

It is seldom that we find out how great are our resources until we are thrown upon them.

Words of praise, indeed, are almost as necessary to warm a child into a genial life as acts of kindness and affection. Judicious praise is to children what the sun is to flowers.

There is probably no hell for authors in the next world - they suffer so much from critics and publishers in this.

Neither love nor ambition, as it has often been shown, can brook a division of its empire in the heart.

Many children, many cares; no children, no felicity.