When love is at its best, one loves so much that he cannot forget. Helen Hunt Jackson on best
By all these lovely tokens September days are here, With summer's best of weather And autumn's best of cheer. Helen Hunt Jackson on best
Motherhood is priced Of God, at price no man may dare To lessen or misunderstand. Helen Hunt Jackson on god
When love is at its best, one loves so much that he cannot forget. Helen Hunt Jackson on love
Motherhood is priced Of God, at price no man may dare To lessen or misunderstand. Helen Hunt Jackson on mom
O sweet, delusive Noon, Which the morning climbs to find, O moment sped too soon, And morning left behind. Helen Hunt Jackson on morning
As soon as I began, it seemed impossible to write fast enough - I wrote faster than I would write a letter - two thousand to three thousand words in a morning, and I cannot help it. Helen Hunt Jackson on morning
If I can do one hundredth part for the Indian that Mrs. Stowe did for the Negro, I will be thankful. Helen Hunt Jackson on thankful
If I could write a story that would do for the Indian one-hundredth part what 'Uncle Tom's Cabin' did for the Negro, I would be thankful the rest of my life. Helen Hunt Jackson on thankful
O sweet, delusive Noon, Which the morning climbs to find, O moment sped too soon, And morning left behind. Helen Hunt Jackson on time
O month when they who love must love and wed. Helen Hunt Jackson on wedding