“There is power in a mother’s song, too. It’s the best music the world
ever heard. There is no brass band or pipe organ that can hold a candle to
mother’s song, the kind she sings gets tangled up in your heart strings.
There would be a disappointment in the music of heaven to me if there were
no mothers there to sing. The song of an angel or a seraph would not have
much charm for me. What would you care for an angel’s song if there is
no mother’s song? The song of a mother is sweeter than that ever sung by
minstrel or written by poet. Talk about sonnets! You ought to hear the
mother sing when her babe is on her breast, when her heart is filled with
emotion. Her voice may not please an artist, but it will please any one
who has a heart in him. The songs that have moved the world are not the
songs written by the great masters. I think when we reach heaven it will
be found that some of the best songs we will sing there will be those we
learned at mother’s knee.”
“There is power in a mother’s love. A mother’s love must be like God’s
love. How God could ever tell the world that He loved it without a
mother’s help has often puzzled me. If the devils in hell ever turned
pale, it was the day when mother’s love flamed up for the first time in a
woman’s heart. If the devil ever got ‘cold feet,’ it was that day, in my
judgment.”
“To teach a child to love the truth and hate a lie, to love purity and
hate vice, is greater than inventing a flying machine that will take
you to the moon, or to the North pole. Unconsciously, you set in motion
influences that will damn or bless the old universe and bring new worlds
out of chaos and transform them for God.”