Don't make that poor girl play ten years on a piano when she has no
ear for music, and when she has practiced until she can play "Bonaparte
Crossing the Alps," you can't tell after she has played it whether
Bonaparte ever got across or not. Men are oaks, women are vines,
children are flowers, and if there is any Heaven in this world it is
in the family. It is where the wife loves the husband, and the husband
loves the wife, and where the dimpled arms of children are about the
necks of both.