The clocks were striking midnight and the rooms were very still as a figure glided quietly from bed to bed, smoothing a coverlid here, settling a pillow there, and pausing to look long and tenderly at each unconscious face, to kiss each with lips that mutely blessed, and to pray the fervent prayers which only mothers utter.

Prove that you understand the worth of time by employing it well.

…for no matter how lost and soiled and worn-out wandering sons may be, mothers can forgive and forget every thing as they fold them into their fostering arms. Happy the son whose faith in his mother remains unchanged, and who, through all his wanderings, has kept some filial token to repay her brave and tender love.

Women have been called queens for a long time, but the kingdom given them isn't worth ruling.

... for it is the small temptations which undermine integrity unless we watch and pray and never think them too trivial to be resisted.

Mothers can forgive anything!

I think we are all hopelessly flawed.