The babe at first feeds upon the mother's bosom, but it is always on her heart.

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

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.

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

No man can tell whether he is rich or poor by turning to his ledger. It is the heart that makes a man rich. He is rich or poor according to what he is, not according to what he has.