Mother is the name for God in the lips and hearts of little children.

There lived a sage in days of yore, And he a handsome pigtail wore; But wondered much and sorrowed more Because it hung behind him

I think I could be a good woman if I had five thousand a year

Good humor is one of the best articles of dress one can wear in society

It is only hope which is real, and reality is a bitterness and a deceit

Dinner was made for eating, not for talking

Christmas is here Winds whistle shrill, Icy and chill, Little care we Little we fear Weather without, Sheltered about The Mahogany Tree

Bravery never goes out of fashion

Next to excellence is the appreciation of it

To forego even ambition when the end is gained who can say this is not greatness?