Washington Irving

Christmas is the season for kindling the fire of hospitality in the hall, the genial flame of charity in the read more

Christmas is the season for kindling the fire of hospitality in the hall, the genial flame of charity in the heart.

Great minds have purposes, others have wishes. Little minds are tamed and subdued by misfortune; but great minds rise above read more

Great minds have purposes, others have wishes. Little minds are tamed and subdued by misfortune; but great minds rise above them.

The moon of the whip-poor-will from the hillside; the boding cry
of the tree-toad, that harbinger of storm; the read more

The moon of the whip-poor-will from the hillside; the boding cry
of the tree-toad, that harbinger of storm; the dreary hooting of
the screechowl.

There is a sacredness in tears. They are not the mark of weakness, but of power. They speak more eloquently read more

There is a sacredness in tears. They are not the mark of weakness, but of power. They speak more eloquently than ten thousand tongues. They are messengers of overwhelming grief...and unspeakable love.

Great minds have purposes, others have wishes.

Great minds have purposes, others have wishes.