Nothing can be so bad as to be displeased with one's self.

The woman who creates and sustains a home, and under whose hands children grow up to be strong and pure men and women, is a creator second only to God.

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.

Who longest waits most surely wins.

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.

Wounded vanity knows when it is mortally hurt; and limps off the field, piteous, all disguises thrown away. But pride carries its banner to the last; and fast as it is driven from one field unfurls it in another, never admitting that there is a shade less honor in the second field than in the first, or in the third than in the second.