Do Not Fold, Spindle Or Mutilate.

No One Ever Regarded The First Of January With Indifference. It Is That From Which All Date Their Time, And Count Upon What Is Left. It Is The Nativity Of Our Common Adam.

Mother's Love Grows By Giving.

Merit, God Knows, Is Very Little Rewarded.

The Most Mortifying Infirmity In Human Nature, To Feel In Ourselves, Or To Contemplate In Another, Is Perhaps Cowardice.

Man, While He Loves, Is Never Quite Depraved.