Dear Sleep, I miss you and I hope to see you again soon. Love, A Mom.
Whenever I heard thunder in the mountains it was like the iron of my mother’s love.
I regard no man as poor who has a godly mother.
The mother is a matchless beast.
If you would reform the world from its errors and vices, begin enlisting the mothers.
All women become like their mothers. That is their tragedy. No man does. That’s his.
God forgive us but most of us grew up to be the sort of men our mothers warned us against.
Advice for mothers: Moms are becoming much more real in terms of admitting that the job is a difficult one and that a nice glass of wine at the end of the day sure helps.
A mother should give her children a superabundance of enthusiasm, that after they have lost all they are sure to lose on mixing with the world, enough may still remain to prompt and support them through great actions.
Cleaning your house while your kids are still growing is like shoveling the walk before it stops snowing.