Never does one feel oneself so utterly helpless as in trying to speak comfort for great bereavement. I will not try it. Time is the only comforter for the loss of a mother. – Jane Welsh Carlyle
Women known The way to rear up children (to be just) They know a simple, merry, tender knack Of tying sashes, fitting baby-shoes And stringing pretty words that make no sense. And kissing full sense into empty words. – Elizabeth Barrett Browning
Animals, in their generation, are wiser than the sons of men but their wisdom is confined to a few particulars, and lies in a very narrow compass. – Joseph Addison
Man is fond of counting his troubles, but he does not count his joys. If he counted them up as he ought to, he would see that every lot has enough happiness provided for it. – Fyodor Dostoevsky
