There is a sacredness in tears

Christmas is a season for kindling the fire for hospitality in the hall, the genial flame of charity in the heart.

There is in every true woman's heart, a spark of heavenly fire, which lies dormant in the broad daylight of prosperity, but which kindles up and beams and blazes in the dark hour of adversity.

A mother is the truest friend we have.

A woman's whole life is a history of the affections.

To one given to day-dreaming, and fond of losing himself in reveries, a sea-voyage is full of subjects for meditation; but then they are the wonders of the deep and of the air, and rather tend to abstract the mind from worldly themes.

There is a certain relief in change, even though it be from bad to worse.