Each thought is a nail that is driven In structures that cannot decay; And the mansion at last will be given To us as we build it each day.

Hear Everything and judge for yourself

Joy and sorrow are both my perpetual companions, but the joy is called Past and the sorrow Present.

... the business of life shuts us up within the environs of London and within sight of human advancement, which I should be so very glad to believe in without seeing.

Mighty is the force of motherhood! It transforms all things by its vital heat.

Fine old Christmas, with the snowy hair and ruddy face, had done his duty that year in the noblest fashion, and had set off his rich gifts of warmth and color with all the heightening contrast of frost and snow.

Childhood is only the beautiful and happy time in contemplation and retrospect: to the child it is full of deep sorrows, the meaning of which is unknown.