Nothing can be so bad as to be displeased with one's self.
Who waits until the wind shall silent keep Will never find the ready hour to sow.
Motherhood is priced Of God, at price no man may dare To lessen or misunderstand.
There is nothing so skillful in its own defense as imperious pride.
Bee to the blossom, moth to the flame; Each to his passion; what's in a name?
The goldenrod is yellow, The corn is turning brown, The trees in apple orchards With fruit are bending down.