Quotes from Helen Hunt Jackson

The woman who creates and sustains a home, and under whose hands children grow up to be strong and pure men and women, is a creator second only to God.

By all these lovely tokens September days are here, With summer's best of weather, And autumn's best of cheer.

When love is at its best, one loves so much that he cannot forget.

O month when they who love must love and wed.

Motherhood is priced Of God, at price no man may dare To lessen or misunderstand.

If I can do one hundredth part for the Indian that Mrs. Stowe did for the Negro, I will be 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.

O sweet, delusive Noon, Which the morning climbs to find, O moment sped too soon, And morning left behind.

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.

Ah, March! we know thou art Kind-hearted, spite of ugly looks and threats, And, out of sight, art nursing April's violets!

There is nothing so skillful in its own defense as imperious pride.

On the king's gate the moss grew gray;The king came not. They called him deadAnd made his eldest son one daySlave in his father's stead.