But there are times again when silence is disloyalty, cruelty, unkind as winter air to tender plants.
Especially is this true of gratitude; to be coldly silent, when the heart is grateful, is a sin against love.

When we have a word of thanks in our heart, which we feel we might honestly speak, and which we do not speak, we have sorely wronged our friend.
Especially in homes ought there to be more grateful expression.

We wrong home friends more than any other friends.

Home is where love is truest and tenderest.

We need never fear being misunderstood by the loved ones who there cluster about us.