Never yet was a springtime, when the buds forgot to bloom..

Out of the chill and the shadow, into the thrill and the shine. Out of the dearth and the famine, into the fulness divine..

Kindness is the truest wisdom of life and we cannot go far without it..

Our daughters are the most precious of our treasures, the dearest possessions of our homes and the objects of our most watchful love..

Books have been to me what gold is to the miser, what new fields are to the explorer..

The people who dream are very often the people who see, and dreaming and seeing precede doing..

On the day long after childhood when I suddenly heard of his death, the sky grew dark above my head. I was walking on a Southern highway, and a frien….

In home life contentment is an essential to daily comfort. One discontented person in the house creates an atmosphere fatal to tranquillity..

It isn't the thing you do, dear, it's the thing you leave undone which gives you a bit of heartache at the setting at the setting of the sun..

My own opinion is that youthfulness of feeling is retained, as is youthfulness of appearance, by constant use of the intellect..

In the whole round of human affairs little is so fatal to peace as misunderstanding..

Self-complacen cy is fatal to progress..

... Love is heaven and claims its own..

No one should teach who is not in love with teaching..

I think that the Almighty gave springtime to a tired world so that its peoples might know rest. I think that He gave it to a troubled world so that t….

A letter is the most imperishable thing on earth..

Creative genius is a divinely bestowed gift which is the coronation of the few..

I would not, if I could, give up the memory of the joy I have had in books for any advantage that could be offered in other pursuits or occupations. ….

Spring is beautiful, and summer is perfect for vacations, but autumn brings a longing to get away from the unreal things of life, out into the forest….

Let every birthday be a festival, a time when the gladness of the house finds expression in flowers, in gifts, in a little fête. Never should a birth….

At Christmas-tide the open hand Scatters its bounty o'er sea and land, And none are left to grieve alone, For Love is heaven and claims its own..