Fine art is that in which the hand the head and the heart of man go together.
Motherhood is priced Of God at price no man may dare To lessen or misunderstand.
O month when they who love must love and wed.
If I could write a story that would do for the Indian one-hundredth part what...
If I can do one hundredth part for the Indian that Mrs. Stowe did for the...
From your silken hair to your delicate feet you are perfection to me....
Until they put that sand and dirt in my face I will not sit in church all...
God has no religion.