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 ear in man and beast is an evidence of blood and high breeding.

The smallest pebble in the well of truth has its peculiar meaning, and will stand when man's best monuments have passed away.

The innocence that feels no risk and is taught no caution, is more vulnerable than guilt, and oftener assailed.

Fine taste is an aspect of genius itself, and is the faculty of delicate appreciation, which makes the best effects of art our own.

The taste forever refines in the study of women.

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