Though it is folly to suppose that happiness is a matter of volition, and that we can make ourselves content and cheerful… — Dinah Maria Murlock Craik Copy Share Image
One only "right" we have to assert in common with mankind--and that is as much in our hands as theirs--is the right… — Dinah Maria Murlock Craik Copy Share Image
The irrevocable Hand That opes the year's fair gate, doth ope and shut The portals of our earthly destinies; We walk through… — Dinah Maria Murlock Craik Copy Share Image
Sweet April-time-O cruel April-time! Year after year returning, with a brow Of promise, and red lips with longing paled, And backward-hidden hands… — Dinah Maria Murlock Craik Copy Share Image
The irrevocable Hand That opes the year's fair gate, doth ope and shut The portals of our earthly destinies; We walk through… — Dinah Maria Murlock Craik Copy Share Image
The present only is a man's possession; the past is gone out of his hand wholly, irrevocably. He may suffer from it,… — Dinah Maria Murlock Craik Copy Share Image
The irrevocable Hand That opes the year's fair gate, doth ope and shut The portals of our earthly destinies; We walk through… — Dinah Maria Murlock Craik Copy Share Image
A lost love. Deny it who will, ridicule it, treat it as mere imagination and sentiment, the thing is and will be; and women… — Dinah Maria Murlock Craik Copy Share Image
Let every one of us cultivate, in every word that issues from our mouth, absolute truth. I say cultivate, because to very few people… — Dinah Maria Murlock Craik Copy Share Image
It is not the smallest use to try to make people good, unless you try at the same time - and they feel that… — Dinah Maria Murlock Craik Copy Share Image
We expect too much from our children. We exact from them a perfection which we are far from carrying out in ourselves; we require… — Dinah Maria Murlock Craik Copy Share Image
Happiness is not an end - it is only a means, and adjunct, a consequence. — Dinah Maria Murlock Craik Copy Share Image
God rest ye, little children; let nothing you afright, For Jesus Christ, your Saviour, was born this happy night; Along the hills of Galilee… — Dinah Maria Murlock Craik Copy Share Image
O, the mulberry-tree is of trees the queen! Bare long after the rest are green; But as the time steals onwards, while none perceives… — Dinah Maria Murlock Craik Copy Share Image
It is the Christmas time: And up and down 'twixt heaven and earth, In glorious grief and solemn mirth, The shining angels climb. — Dinah Maria Murlock Craik Copy Share Image
There are no judgments so harsh as those of the erring, the inexperienced, and the young. — Dinah Maria Murlock Craik Copy Share Image
