Wisdom, sits alone, topmost in heaven: she is its light, its God; and in the heart of man she sits as high, though groveling minds forget her oftentimes, seeing but this world's idols.

If there is anything that keeps the mind open to angel visits, and repels the ministry of ill, it is human love.

The lily and the rose in her fair face striving for precedence.

A lamp is lit in woman's eye; that souls, else lost on earth, remember angels by.

The Italians say that a beautiful woman by her smiles draws tears from our purse.

One lamp — thy mother’s love — amid the stars Shall lift its pure flame changeless, and before The throne of God, burn through eternity - Holy — as it was lit and lent thee here.

The taste forever refines in the study of women.