Good temper, like a sunny day, sheds a ray of brightness over everything; it is the sweetener of toil and the soother of disquietude!

I profess not to know how women's hearts are wooed and won. To me they have always been matters of riddle and admiration.

I have often had occasion to remark the fortitude with which women sustain the most overwhelming reverses of fortunes.

Christmas is here, Merry old Christmas, Gift-bearing Christmas, Day of grand memories, King of the year!

The almighty dollar, that great object of universal devotion throughout our land, seems to have no genuine devotees in these peculiar villages.

Poetry is evidently a contagious complaint.

The love of a mother is never exhausted. It never changes - it never tires - it endures through all; in good repute, in bad repute. In the face of the world's condemnation, a mother's love still lives on.