Little minds are tamed and subdued by misfortune; but great minds rise above them.
Sweet is the memory of distant friends! Like the mellow rays of the departing sun, it falls tenderly, yet sadly, on the heart.
Christmas is a season for kindling the fire for hospitality in the hall, the genial flame of charity in 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.
Love is never lost. If not reciprocated, it will flow back and soften and purify the heart.
There is sacredness in tears. They are not the mark of weakness, but of power. They speak more eloquently than ten thousand tongues. They are the messengers of overwhelming grief, of deep contrition, and of unspeakable love.
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