Youth fades, love droops, the leaves of friendship fall; A mother's secret hope outlives them all.

What a blessed thing it is, that Nature, when she invented, manufactured, and patented her authors, contrived to make critics out of the chips that were left!

People who honestly mean to be true really contradict themselves much more rarely than those who try to be 'consistent'.

Learn the sweet magic of a cheerful face.

Memory is a net: one that finds it full of fish when he takes it from the brook, but a dozen miles of water have run through it without sticking.

Youth fades, love droops, the leaves of friendship fall; A mother's secret hope outlives them all.

Don't you stay at home of evenings? Don't you love a cushioned seat in a corner, by the fireside, with your slippers on your feet?