He is the true enchanter, whose spell operates, not upon the senses, but upon the imagination and the heart.
~ Washington Irving
Sweet is the memory of distant friends! Like the mellow rays of the departing sun, it falls tenderly, yet sadly, on the heart.
A father may turn his back on his child, brothers and sisters may become inveterate enemies, husbands may desert their wives, wives their husbands. But a mother's love endures through all.
A kind heart is a fountain of gladness, making everything in its vicinity freshen into smiles.
Love is never lost. If not reciprocated, it will flow back and soften and purify the heart.
Those men are most apt to be obsequious and conciliating abroad, who are under the discipline of shrews at home.
Who ever hears of fat men heading a riot, or herding together in turbulent mobs? No - no, your lean, hungry men who are continually worrying society, and setting the whole community by the ears.
