Sara Josepha HaleThinkers

Death is not rest.

Greed is the withered fruit of stinginess in the rich man which, when he was merely a rising man, bloomed as industry and economy.

A Mother's influence is more powerful than anyone elses.

The Rainbow is all woven of light, its tissue absent of even one shadow of night O beautiful rainbow; — all woven of light! There’s not in thy tissue one shadow of night; Heaven surely is open when thou dost appear. And, bending above thee, the angels draw near, And sing, — “The rainbow! the rainbow! The smile of God is here..'

Silence is the temple of our purest thoughts.