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Motherhood is priced Of God, at price no man may dare To lessen or misunderstand.
— Helen Hunt Jackson
journalist, novelist, writer, poet
1830 – 1885
Motherhood is priced Of God, at price no man may dare To lessen or misunderstand.
Love has a tide!
O sweet, delusive Noon, Which the morning climbs to find, O moment sped too soon, And morning left behind.
When love is at its best, one loves so much that he cannot forget.
Motherhood is priced Of God, at price no man may dare To lessen or misunderstand.
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.
