Youth would be too happy, might it add to its own beauty and felicity the wisdom and experience of riper years. Were it possible for it to realize the worth of time, as life's receding hours reveal it, how rapidly would it press on towards perfection!

The soul of woman lives in love.

Habits, though in their commencement like the filmy line of the spider, trembling at every breeze, may in the end prove as links of tempered steel, binding a deathless being to eternal felicity or woe.

A disposition to dwell on the bright side...is like gold to its possessor.

Youth would be too happy, might it add to its own beauty and felicity the wisdom and experience of riper years. Were it possible for it to realize the worth of time, as life's receding hours reveal it, how rapidly would it press on towards perfection!

Mothers, whatever you wish your children to become, strive to exhibit in your own lives and conversation.

There is a lore simple and sure, that asks no discipline of weary years--the language of the soul, told through the eye.