There must be some mixture of happiness in everything but sin.

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!

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

An appearance of delicacy is inseparable from sweetness and gentleness of character.

As nothing truly valuable can be attained without industry, so there can be no persevering industry without a deep sense of the value of time.

Admitting that it is the profession of our sex to teach, we perceive the mother to be first in point of precedence, in degree of power, in the faculty of teaching, and in the department allotted. For in point of precedence she is next to the Creator, in power over her pupil, limitless and without competitor.

Life has, indeed, many ills, but the mind that views every object in its most cheering aspect, and every doubtful dispensation as replete with latent good, bears within itself a powerful and perpetual antidote. The gloomy soul aggravates misfortune, while a cheerful smile often dispels those mists that portend a storm.