Miranda Sawyer had a heart, of course, but she had never used it for any other purpose than the pumping and circulating of blood.

Maternal love, like an orange tree, buds and blossoms and bears at once. When a woman puts her finger for the first time into the tiny hand of her baby and feels that helpless clutch which tightens her very heartstrings, she is born again with her newborn child.

To let blessed babies go dangling and dawdling without names, for months and months, was enough to ruin them for life.

Every child born into the world is a new thought of God, an ever-fresh and radiant possibility.

Some folks mistakes all they see for all there is.

Miranda Sawyer had a heart, of course, but she had never used it for any other purpose than the pumping and circulating of blood.

you can never prove God; you can only find Him!