Paradise Is Always Where Love Dwells.

No Heroine Can Create A Hero Through Love Of One, But She Can Give Birth To One

Joys Are Our Wings, Sorrows Our Spurs.

Poverty Is The Only Load Which Is The Heavier The More Loved Ones There Are To Assist In Bearing It.

There Is A Joy In Sorrow Which None But A Mourner Can Know.

The Words That A Father Speaks To His Children In The Privacy Of Home Are Not Heard By The World, But, As In Whispering Galleries, They Are Clearly Heard At The End, And By Posterity.