Washington Irving

A tart temper never mellows with age; and a sharp tongue is the only edged tool that grows keener with read more

A tart temper never mellows with age; and a sharp tongue is the only edged tool that grows keener with constant use.

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.

A woman's whole life is a history of the affections.

A woman's whole life is a history of the affections.

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.

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.