Fortune, like a coy mistress, loves to yield her favors, though she makes us wrest them from her.
Christian Nestell BoveeHe that shrinks from the grave with too great a dread, has an invisible fear behind him pushing him into it.
Christian Nestell BoveeTo cultivate a garden is. . . to go hand in hand with Nature in some of her most beautiful processes, to learn something of her choicest secrets, and to have a more intelligent interest awakened in the beautiful order of her works elsewhere.
Christian Nestell BoveeHonesty is not only "the first step toward greatness," - it is greatness itself.
Christian Nestell Bovee