Advice is like snow - the softer it falls, the longer it dwells upon, and the deeper it sinks into the mind.

When the ivy-tod is heavy with snow, / And the owlet whoops to the wolf below.

Advice is like snow -- the softer it falls, the longer it dwells upon, and the deeper it sinks into the mind.

The love of a mother is the veil of a softer light between the heart and the heavenly Father.

Advice is like snow; the softer it falls the longer it dwells upon, and the deeper it sinks into the mind.

Hence, viper thoughts, that coil around my mind, Reality's dark dream!
I turn from you, and listen to the wind.