Motherhood is priced Of God, at price no man may dare To lessen or misunderstand.

The goldenrod is yellow, The corn is turning brown, The trees in apple orchards With fruit are bending down.

When Time is spent, Eternity begins.

Who longest waits most surely wins.

That indescribable expression peculiar to people who hope they have not been asleep, but know they have.

Most men call fretting a minor fault, a foible, and not a vice. There is no vice except drunkenness which can so utterly destroy the peace, the happiness of a hoe.

Now and then one sees a face which has kept its smile pure and undefiled. Such a smile transfigures; such a smile, if the artful but know it, is the greatest weapon a face can have.