Good books, like good friends, are few and chosen; the more select, the more enjoyable. |
Happy is the son whose faith in his mother remains unchallenged. |
Have regular hours for work and play; make each day both useful and pleasant, and prove that you understand the worth of time by employing it well. Then youth will be delightful, old age will bring few regrets, and life will become a beautiful success. |
He looked like an Italian, was dressed like an Englishman, and had the independent air of an American--a combination which caused sundry pairs of feminine eyes to look approvingly after him, and sundry dandies in black velvet suits, with rose-colored neckties, buff gloves, and orange flowers in their buttonholes, to shrug their shoulders, and then envy him his inches. |
He who believes is strong; he who doubts is weak. Strong convictions precede great actions. |
Housekeeping ain't no joke |
I am not afraid of storms for I am learning how to sail my ship. |
I am not afraid of storms for I am learning how to sail my ship. |
I do think that families are the most beautiful things in all the world. |
I like to help women help themselves, as that is, in my opinion, the best way to settle the woman question. Whatever we can do and do well we have a right to, and I don't think any one will deny us. |
I may be strong-minded, but no one can say I'm out of my sphere now, for woman's special mission is supposed to be drying tears and bearing burdens. |
I never wanted to go away, and the hard part now is the leaving you all. I'm not afraid, but it seems as if I should be homesick for you even in heaven. |
I shall love her all my life, shall be to her a faithful friend, and if I can not remain loyal to both God and her I shall renounce her and never see her face again. You call this folly; to me it is a hard duty, and the more I love her the worthier of her will I endevour to become by my own integrity of soul. |
I'm not afraid of storms, for I'm learning how to sail my ship. |
If Mr. Clemens cannot think of something better to tell our pure-minded lads and lasses, he had better stop writing for them. |