We make our sons paragons; we blind ourselves to their faults; we overlook their follies, and condone their sins.

And we build so many castles that one day tumble down about our ears.

Why is it a mother always wishes her boy to marry the woman of her choice?
What right has a mother to interfere with her son's heart-desires?
It may be that we fear the stranger will stand between us.

A mother holds, and always will hold, that no woman on earth is good enough for her son.

Now, as I recollect, I did not think Mr.Bennington too good for me." She smiled drolly.
Lucky Jack! If only he had had a mother like this! Warrington thought.
"I dare say he thought that, too," he said.