He who thinks much says but little in proportion to his thoughts. He selects that language which will convey his ideas in the most explicit and direct manner. He tries to compress as much thought as possible into a few words. On the contrary, the man who talks everlastingly and promiscuously, who seems to have an exhaustless magazine of sound, crowds so many words into his thoughts that he always obscures, and very frequently conceals them.

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Christmas is a season for kindling the fire for hospitality in the hall, the genial flame of charity in the heart.

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He is the true enchanter, whose spell operates, not upon the senses, but upon the imagination and the heart.

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A woman's whole life is a history of the affections.

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There is an enduring tenderness in the love of a mother to a son that trancends all other affections of the heart

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There is never jealousy where there is not strong regard.

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Some minds seem almost to create themselves, springing up under every disadvantage and working their solitary but irresistible way through a thousand obstacles.

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The tongue is the only instrument that gets sharper with use.

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Men are always doomed to be duped, not so much by the arts of the other as by their own imagination. They are always wooing goddesses, and marrying mere mortals.

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The love of a mother is never exhausted. It never changes - it never tires - it endures through all; in good repute, in bad repute. In the face of the world's condemnation, a mother's love still lives on.

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