Today I pronounced a word which should never come out of a lady's lips it was that I called John a Impudent Bitch.

A child's hand in yours-what tenderness it arouses, what power it conjures. You are instantly the very touchstone of wisdom and strength.

The man who treasures his friends is usually solid gold himself.

Man is the only creature whose emotions are entangled with his memory.

It comes every year and will go on forever. And along with Christmas belong the keepsakes and the customs. Those humble, everyday things a mother clings to, and ponders, like Mary in the secret spaces of her heart.

A direful death indeed they had / That would put any parent mad / But she was more than usual calm / She did not give a singel dam.