Unhappy is the man for whom his own mother has not made all other mothers venerable.—Richter.
The instruction received at the mother's knee, and the paternal lessons, together with the pious and sweet souvenirs of the fireside, are never effaced entirely from the soul.—Lamennais.
One good mother is worth a hundred schoolmasters.—George Herbert.
"An ounce of mother," says the Spanish proverb, "is worth a pound of clergy."—T.W. Higginson.
Youth fades; love droops; the leaves of friendship fall;
A mother's secret hope outlives them all.
—Holmes.
A mother's love is indeed the golden link that binds youth to age; and he is still but a child, however time may have furrowed his cheek, or silvered his brow, who can yet recall, with a softened heart, the fond devotion or the gentle chidings of the best friend that God ever gives us.—Bovee.
All that I am, my mother made me.—J.Q. Adams.
Mourning.—He mourns the dead who lives as they desire.—Young.
Of permanent mourning there is none; no cloud remains fixed. The sun will shine to-morrow.—Richter.
Excess of grief for the deceased is madness; for it is an injury to the living, and the dead know it not.—Xenophon.