Mothers, whatever you wish your children to become, strive to exhibit in your own lives and conversation.
There must be some mixture of happiness in everything but sin. - Lydia Sigourney
There must be some mixture of happiness in everything but sin.
- Lydia Sigourney
Habits, though in their commencement like the filmy line of the spider, trembling at every breeze, may in the end prove as links of tempered steel, b… - Lydia Sigourney
Habits, though in their commencement like the filmy line of the spider, trembling at every breeze, may in the end prove as links of tempered steel, b…
The vanity of shining in conversation is usually subversive of its own desires. - Lydia Sigourney
The vanity of shining in conversation is usually subversive of its own desires.
Not on the outer world For inward joy depend; Enjoy the luxury of thought, Make thine own self friend; Not with the restless throng, In search of sol… - Lydia Sigourney
Not on the outer world For inward joy depend; Enjoy the luxury of thought, Make thine own self friend; Not with the restless throng, In search of sol…
The soul of woman lives in love. - Lydia Sigourney
The soul of woman lives in love.
Prosperity, alas! is often but another name for pride. - Lydia Sigourney
Prosperity, alas! is often but another name for pride.
The true order of learning should be first, what is necessary; second, what is useful, and third, what is ornamental. To reverse this arrangement is … - Lydia Sigourney
The true order of learning should be first, what is necessary; second, what is useful, and third, what is ornamental. To reverse this arrangement is …
As nothing truly valuable can be attained without industry, so there can be no persevering industry without a deep sense of the value of time. - Lydia Sigourney
As nothing truly valuable can be attained without industry, so there can be no persevering industry without a deep sense of the value of time.
Ye say they all have passed away, That noble race and brave; That their light canoes have vanished From off the crested wave; That mid the forests wh… - Lydia Sigourney
Ye say they all have passed away, That noble race and brave; That their light canoes have vanished From off the crested wave; That mid the forests wh…
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