Love is the divine quality that everywhere produces and restores life. To each and every one of us, it gives the power of working miracles if we will.
Work! work! that is my unfailing cure for all troubles. - Lydia M. Child
Work! work! that is my unfailing cure for all troubles.
- 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
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…
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.
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.
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 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.
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.
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!
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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