Where is human nature so weak as in the bookstore?
When a nation’s young men are conservative, its funeral bell is already rung.
What a mother sings to the cradle goes all the way down to the coffin.
Well married a person has wings, poorly married shackles.
We sleep, but the loom of life never stops, and the pattern which was weaving […]
We should not judge people by their peak of excellence; but by the distance they […]
We never know the love of a parent till we become parents ourselves.
We are always on the anvil; by trials God is shaping us for higher things.
To array a man’s will against his sickness is the supreme art of medicine.
There is no friendship, no love, like that of the parent for the child.