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.
Great minds have purposes; others have wishes.
One of the greatest and simplest tools for learning more and growing is doing more.
Villainy wears many masks; none so dangerous as the mask of virtue.
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.
Marriage is the torment of one, the felicity of two, the strife and enmity of three.
Believe me, the man who earns his bread by the sweat of his brow, eats oftener a sweeter morsel, however coarse, than he who procures it by the labor of his brains.
after a man passes 60 , his mischief is mainly in his head
A mother is the truest friend we have, when trials heavy and sudden fall upon us; when adversity takes the place of prosperity; when friends desert us; when trouble thickens around us, still will she cling to us, and endeavor by her kind precepts and counsels to dissipate the clouds of darkness, and cause peace to return to our hearts.
A kind heart is a fountain of gladness, making everything in its vicinity freshen into smiles.
Love is never lost. If not reciprocated, it will flow back and soften and purify the heart.
Little minds are tamed and subdued by misfortune; but great minds rise above them.
There is an enduring tenderness in the love of a mother to a son that trancends all other affections of the heart
No man knows what the wife of his bosom is until he has gone with her through the fiery trials of this world.
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.
Men are always doomed to be duped, not so much by the arts of the other as by their own imagination. They are always wooing goddesses, and marrying mere mortals.
A barking dog is often more useful than a sleeping lion.
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.
After all, it is the divinity within that makes the divinity without.
The tongue is the only instrument that gets sharper with use.
It’s a fair wind that blew men to ale.
There is a serene and settled majesty to woodland scenery that enters into the soul and delights and elevates it, and fills it with noble inclinations.
A woman’s whole life is a history of the affections.
Jealous people poison their own banquet and then eat it
There is never jealousy where there is not strong regard.