Of all the music that reached farthest into heaven, it is the beating of a loving heart.

The mother's heart is the child's schoolroom. -Henry Ward Beecher.

The head learns new things, but the heart forever more practices old experiences. -Henry Ward Beecher.

Now comes the mystery! (last words)

The mother's heart is the child's schoolroom.

Love, like a lamp, needs to be fed out of another's heart, or its flame burns low.