To cultivate a garden is. . . to go hand in hand with Nature in some of her most beautiful processes.

The life even of a just man is a round of petty frauds; that of a knave a series of greater. We degrade life by our follies and vices, and then complain that the unhappiness which is only their accompaniment is inherent in the constitution of things.

Tears are nature's lotion for the eyes. The eyes see better for being washed by them.

The most brilliant flashes of wit come from a clouded mind, as lightning leaps only from an obscure firmament.

It is seldom that we find out how great are our resources until we are thrown upon them.

The best evidence of merit is a cordial recognition of it whenever and wherever it may be found.

Panic is a sudden desertion of us, and a going over to the enemy of our imagination.