I have thought that wild flowers might be the alphabet of angels, — whereby they write on hills and fields mysterious truths, which it is not given our fallen nature to understand.

Constant complaint is the poorest sort of pay for all the comforts we enjoy.

People who are willing to give up freedom for the sake of short term security, deserve neither freedom nor security.

For Age and Want save while you may; No morning Sun lasts a whole day.

Reckless haste makes poor speed.

Joy doesn't exist in the world, it exists in us.

The only time not wasted is wasted time.