When Time is spent, Eternity begins.
Motherhood is priced Of God, at price no man may dare To lessen or misunderstand.
I shall be found with ‘Indians’ engraved on my brain when I am dead. A fire has been kindled within me, which will never go out.
O sweet, delusive Noon, Which the morning climbs to find, O moment sped too soon, And morning left behind.
The woman who creates and sustains a home, and under whose hands children grow up to be strong and pure men and women, is a creator second only to God.
One of Dr. Johnson’s ingredients of happiness was, “A little less time than you want.” That means always to have so many things you want to see, to have, and to do, that no day is quite long enough for all you think you would like to get done before you go to bed.
There is nothing so skillful in its own defense as imperious pride.
By all these lovely tokens September days are here, With summer’s best of weather And autumn’s best of cheer.