If there was any petting to be done...he chose to do it. Often he would sit looking at me, and then, moved by a delicate affection, come and pull at my coat and sleeve until he could touch my face with his nose, and then go away contented.

Woman is perpetual revolution, and is that element in the world which continually destroys and recreates.

There was never a nation that became great until it came to the knowledge that it had nowhere in the world to go for help.

What a man needs in gardening is a cast-iron back, with a hinge in it.

It is only the fools who keep straining at high C all their lives.

One discovers a friend by chance, and cannot but feel regret that 20 or 30 years of life may have been spent without the least knowledge of him.

Perhaps nobody ever accomplishes all that he feels lies in him to do; but nearly every one who tries his power touches the walls of his being.