What did Maud Lindsay mean by: Love is a bridge that links us heart to heart Mother and child can never live apart. - Maud Lindsay Author · USA Copy
+ The humblest workman has his place, Which no one else can fill. Feraz Zeid, January 16, 2024January 16, 2024, Maud Lindsay, Work, 0 - Maud Lindsay Author · USA
+ Tis the mind must guide the hand. Feraz Zeid, October 15, 2023December 26, 2023, Maud Lindsay, Guides, Hand, Mind, 0 - Maud Lindsay Author · USA
+ We each have a story to tell, I know; so let each one take his turn. Feraz Zeid, January 16, 2024January 16, 2024, Maud Lindsay, Stories, 0 - Maud Lindsay Author · USA
+ Keep thou an open door between thy child’s life and thine own. Feraz Zeid, January 16, 2024January 16, 2024, Maud Lindsay, Children, Doors, 0 - Maud Lindsay Author · USA
+ Strength and skill are happy comrades. Feraz Zeid, August 12, 2023December 12, 2023, Maud Lindsay, Skills, 0 - Maud Lindsay Author · USA
+ Wherever I fly from my own dear nest, I always come back, for home is the best. Feraz Zeid, January 16, 2024January 16, 2024, Maud Lindsay, Dear, Home, Nests, 0 - Maud Lindsay Author · USA
+ Greatness is not always largeness. Feraz Zeid, August 5, 2023December 12, 2023, Maud Lindsay, Greatness, 0 - Maud Lindsay Author · USA
+ All the world is happy when Santa Claus comes. Feraz Zeid, September 1, 2023December 24, 2023, Maud Lindsay, 0 - Maud Lindsay Author · USA
What uniform can I wear to hide my heavy heart? It is too heavy. It will always show. - Jean Cocteau Artist · France
If poverty is the mother of all crimes, lack of intelligence is the father. Explain - Jean de la Bruyere Writer · France
Children enjoy the present because they have neither a past nor a future. Explain - Jean de la Bruyere Writer · France
Poverty may be the mother of crime, but lack of good sense is the father. Explain - Jean de la Bruyere Writer · France
We are more sociable, and get on better with people by the heart than the intellect. Explain - Jean de la Bruyere Writer · France
We never love with all our heart and all our soul but once, and that is the first time. Explain - Jean de la Bruyere Writer · France
I didn’t mind my own company as a child; I was happy playing alone in the sandpit. - Michael Leunig Cartoonist · Australia
