Margaret Elizabeth Sangster
Margaret Elizabeth Sangster
Margaret Elizabeth Sangsterwas an American poet, author, and editor. She was popular in the late 19th and early 20th century...
NationalityAmerican
ProfessionPoet
CountryUnited States of America
feelings age use
My own opinion is that youthfulness of feeling is retained, as is youthfulness of appearance, by constant use of the intellect.
bestowed coronation divinely
Creative genius is a divinely bestowed gift which is the coronation of the few.
daughter home treasure
Our daughters are the most precious of our treasures, the dearest possessions of our homes and the objects of our most watchful love.
heartache giving sun
It isn't the thing you do, dear, it's the thing you leave undone which gives you a bit of heartache at the setting at the setting of the sun.
kindness life-wisdom truest
Kindness is the truest wisdom of life and we cannot go far without it.
family home house
In home life contentment is an essential to daily comfort. One discontented person in the house creates an atmosphere fatal to tranquillity.
children home happy-home
Every child's birthright is a happy home.
business firsts life-is
One of the first things to be noted in business life is its imperialism. Business is exacting, engrossing, and inelastic.
flower expression house
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.
book gold fields
Books have been to me what gold is to the miser, what new fields are to the explorer.
earth letters
A letter is the most imperishable thing on earth.
heaven world earth
Love turns all the wheels of human industry, is the motive power under the world's machinery, makes worthwhile every enterprise on the earth, is coequal with life, outlasts death, and reaches onward into heaven.
death shining shadow
Out of the chill and the shadow, into the thrill and the shine. Out of the dearth and the famine, into the fulness divine.
reading dark sky
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 my dearest friends.