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

One of the greatest and simplest tools for learning more and growing is doing more.

For what is history, but... huge libel on human nature, to which we industriously add page after page, volume after volume, as if we were holding up a monument to the honor, rather than the infamy of our species.

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.

The tie which links mother and child is of such pure and immaculate strength as to be never violated.

The very difference of character in marriage produces a harmonious combination.

To look upon its grass grown yard, where the sunbeams seem to sleep so quietly, one would think that there at least the dead might rest in peace.