Mother's Love Grows By Giving.

A Sweet Child Is The Sweetest Thing In Nature.

You May Derive Thoughts From Others; Your Way Of Thinking, The Mould In Which Your Thoughts Are Cast, Must Be Your Own.

Dream Not ... Of Having Tasted All The Grandeur And Wildness Of Fancy Till You Have Gone Mad!

If There Be A Regal Solitude, It Is A Sick-bed. How The Patient Lords It There!

I Hate A Man Who Swallows [his Food], Affecting Not To Know What He Is Eating. I Suspect His Taste In Higher Matters.