A mother's arms are made of tenderness and children sleep soundly in them.
To give thanks in solitude is enough. Thanksgiving has wings and goes where...
One is not idle because one is absorbed. There is both visible and invisible...
We say that slavery has vanished from European civilization but this is not...
Wisdom is a sacred communion.
Who's a boy gonna talk to if not his mother?
My mother is a walking miracle.
Motherhood is... difficult and... rewarding.
With what price we pay for the glory of motherhood.
Go on thinking that you don't need to be read and you'll find that it may become quite true: no one will feel the need tom read it because it is written for yourself alone and the public won't feel any impulse to gate crash such a private party.
