Winter Is The Night Of

A Mother's Love Is Indeed The Golden Link That Binds Youth To Age; And He Is Still But A Child, However Time May Have Furrowed His Cheek, Or Silvered His Brow, Who Can Yet Recall, With A Softened Heart, The Fond Devotion, Or The Gentle Chidings, Of The Best Friend That God Gives Us.

To Be Without Sympathy Is To Be Alone In The World--without Friends Or Country, Home Or Kindred.

It Is The Life Of Democracy To Favor Equality.

Judicious Praise Is To Children What The Sun Is To Flowers.

Economy Is For The Poor; The Rich May Dispense With It.