Flowers have spoken to me more than I can tell in written words. They are the hieroglyphics of angels, loved by all men for the beauty of their character, though few can decipher even fragments of their meaning.
It is my mission to help in the breaking down of classes, and to make all men feel as if they were brethren of the same family, sharing the same ri… - Lydia M. Child
It is my mission to help in the breaking down of classes, and to make all men feel as if they were brethren of the same family, sharing the same ri…
- Lydia M. Child
Work! work! that is my unfailing cure for all troubles. - Lydia M. Child
Work! work! that is my unfailing cure for all troubles.
So easy it is to see the errors of past ages, so difficult to acknowledge our own! - Lydia M. Child
So easy it is to see the errors of past ages, so difficult to acknowledge our own!
An effort made for the happiness of others lifts above ourselves. - Lydia M. Child
An effort made for the happiness of others lifts above ourselves.
Happiness consists not in having much, but in wanting no more than you have. - Lydia M. Child
Happiness consists not in having much, but in wanting no more than you have.
a great mind can attend to little things, but a little mind cannot attend to great things. - Lydia M. Child
a great mind can attend to little things, but a little mind cannot attend to great things.
The boughs of no two trees ever have the same arrangement. Nature always produces individuals; She never produces classes. - Lydia M. Child
The boughs of no two trees ever have the same arrangement. Nature always produces individuals; She never produces classes.
You find yourself refreshed in the presence of cheerful people. Why not make an honest effort to confer that pleasure on others? Half the battle is g… - Lydia M. Child
You find yourself refreshed in the presence of cheerful people. Why not make an honest effort to confer that pleasure on others? Half the battle is g…
The old men gazed on them in their loveliness, and turned away with that deep and painful sigh, which the gladness of childhood, and thetransient bea… - Lydia M. Child
The old men gazed on them in their loveliness, and turned away with that deep and painful sigh, which the gladness of childhood, and thetransient bea…
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