The mother's heart is the child's schoolroom.

The babe at first feeds upon the mother's bosom, but it is always on her heart.

The mother's heart is the child's schoolroom. -Henry Ward Beecher.

The head learns new things, but the heart forever more practices old experiences. -Henry Ward Beecher.

Love, like a lamp, needs to be fed out of another's heart, or its flame burns low.

There is no friendship, no love, like that of the parent for the child.