Great minds have purposes; others have wishes.

Every antique farm-house and moss-grown cottage is a picture.

Enthusiasts soon understand each other.

A mother is the truest friend we have.

Surely happiness is reflective, like the light of heaven; and every countenance, bright with smiles, and glowing with innocent enjoyment, is a mirror transmitting to others the rays of a supreme and ever-shining benevolence.

There is a sacredness in tears. They are not the mark of weakness, but of power. They speak more eloquently than ten thousand tongues. They are the messengers of overwhelming grief, of deep contrition, and of unspeakable love.

There is never jealousy where there is not strong regard.