Of all the joys that lighten suffering earth, what joy is welcomed like a new born child?
A woman's suffering is never above half known, for the fact of the publicity of her wrongs is counted to her for disgrace.
I do not ask for my rights. I have no rights. I have only wrongs.
Perhaps there will come a time when...an unmarried mother will not be despised because of her motherhood...and when the right of the unborn to be born will not be denied or interfered with.
A child's eyes, those clear wells of undefiled thoughtwhat on earth can be more beautiful? Full of hope, love and curiosity, they meet your own.
We have been friends together In sunshine and in shade.
For death and life, in ceaseless strife, Beat wild on this world's shore, And all our calm is in that balm— Not lost but gone before.
Until I truly loved, I was alone.
A soldier of the Legion lay dying in Algiers, There was a lack of woman's nursing, there was dearth of woman's tears; But a comrade stood beside him, while his lifeblood ebbed away.
God made all pleasures innocent.
A child's eyes, those clear, wells of undefiled thought - what on earth can be more beautiful? Full of hope, love and curiosity, they meet your own. In prayer, how earnest; in joy, how sparkling; in sympathy, how tender! The man who never tried the companionship of a little child has carelessly passed by one of the great pleasures of life, as one passes a rare flower without plucking it or knowing its value
Child murderers practice their profession without let or hindrance, and open infant butcheries unquestioned...Is there no remedy for all this ante-natal child murder?
Every poet hopes that after-times Shall set some value on his votive lay.
O Twilight! Spirit that dost render birth To dim enchantments; melting heaven with earth, Leaving on craggy hills and running streams A softness like the atmosphere of dreams.
I am listening for the voices Which I heard in days of old.
Oh, there at last, life's trials past, / We'll meet our loved ones more, / Whose feet have trod the path to God, -- / Not lost, but gone before.
They serve God well, who serve his creatures.
Old Time, who changes all below, To wean men gently for the grave.
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