At Christmas-tide the open hand Scatters its bounty o'er sea and land, And none are left to grieve alone, For Love is heaven and claims its own. — Margaret Elizabeth Sangster Copy Share Image
On the day long after childhood when I suddenly heard of his death, the sky grew dark above my head. I was walking on… — Margaret Elizabeth Sangster Copy Share Image
In the whole round of human affairs little is so fatal to peace as misunderstanding. — Margaret Elizabeth Sangster Copy Share Image
Broadly speaking, nervous women may be divided into two classes - those who are really nervous, and those who imagine themselves to be so. — Margaret Elizabeth Sangster Copy Share Image
Love is like fire, a dangerous thing to play with, although the best of friends and the most loyal of servants when rightly handled. — Margaret Elizabeth Sangster Copy Share Image
I would not, if I could, give up the memory of the joy I have had in books for any advantage that could be… — Margaret Elizabeth Sangster Copy Share Image
Spring is beautiful, and summer is perfect for vacations, but autumn brings a longing to get away from the unreal things of life, out… — Margaret Elizabeth Sangster Copy Share Image
Not always the fanciest cake that's there Is the best to eat! — Margaret Elizabeth Sangster Copy Share Image
Memory is a trustworthy servant as long as it is made to serve. — Margaret Elizabeth Sangster Copy Share Image
My own opinion is that youthfulness of feeling is retained, as is youthfulness of appearance, by constant use of the intellect. — Margaret Elizabeth Sangster Copy Share Image
