Quit questioning about everything so much, you’re splitting your own mind.
Part of a person’s value comes from speech.
Kids are the hooks that hold a mother to life. Mother is a walking marvel.
I cherish my mother’s litanies and they have always supplanted me. They have adhered to me all my lifetime. A mother’s delight is like a lantern, kindling up the eternity but speculated also on the antiquity in the pretense of fond thoughts. The mother’s soul is the child’s hall studio.