It seems as if she had given these treasures and left him alone -- to use them, or lose them, apply them, or misapply them, according to his own choice. This is all that we can do with children . . ."

There was never a night that had no morn.

Believe only half of what you see and nothing that you hear.

"Oh my son's my son till he gets a wife,
But my daughter's my daughter all her life."

Keep what is worth keeping --
And with the breath of kindness
Blow the rest away.