Money Is A Needful And

Every House Needs A Grandmother In It.

When We Make Little Sacrifices We Like To Have Them Appreciated, At Least.

I Love My Liberty Too Well To Be In A Hurry To Give It Up For Any Mortal Man.

I Wish I Had No Heart, It Aches So.

…for No Matter How Lost And Soiled And Worn-out Wandering Sons May Be, Mothers Can Forgive And Forget Every Thing As They Fold Them Into Their Fostering Arms. Happy The Son Whose Faith In His Mother Remains Unchanged, And Who, Through All His Wanderings, Has Kept Some Filial Token To Repay Her Brave And Tender Love.