Margaret Elizabeth Sangster Quotes

Self complacency is fatal to progress.

I know,—yet my arms are empty,
That fondly folded seven,
And the mother heart within me
Is almost starved for heaven.

In the whole round of human affairs little is so fatal to peace as misunderstanding.

I would not, if I could, give up the memory of the joy I have had in books for any advantage that could be offered in other pursuits or occupations. Books have been to me what gold is to the miser, what new fields are to the explorer, what a new discovery is to the scientific student.

Mind does dominate body. We are superior to the house in which we dwell.

Fifteen takes its perplexities very seriously and grieves wihout restraint over its sorrows.

Let every birthday be a festival, a time when the gladness of the house finds expression in flowers, in gifts, in a little fête. Never should a birthday be passed over without note, or as if it were a common day, never should it cease to be a garlanded milestone in the road of life.

One of the first things to be noted in business life is its imperialism. Business is exacting, engrossing, and inelastic.

Every child's birthright is a happy home.

Never yet was a spring-time,
Late though lingered the snow,
That the sap stirred not at the whisper
Of the south wind, sweet and low;
Never yet was a spring-time
When the buds forgot to blow.

My own opinion is that youthfulness of feeling is retained, as is youthfulness of appearance, by constant use of the intellect.

On the day long after childhood when I suddenly heard of his death, the sky grew dark above my head. I was walking on a Southern highway, and a friend driving in a pony carriage passed me, stopped and said, "Have you heard that Charles Dickens is dead?" It was as if I had been robbed of one of the dearest of friends.