The greatest happiness comes from the greatest activity.

False friends are like our shadow, keeping close to us while we walk in the sunshine, but leaving us the instant we cross into the shade.

There are some kinds of men who cannot pass their time alone; they are the flails of occupied people.(Bonald, M.} There are few wild beasts more to be dreaded than a communicative man having nothing to communicate.

To 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.

Judicious praise is to children what the sun is to flowers.

Love's sweetest meanings are unspoken; the full heart knows no rhetoric of words.

Women seldom forfeit their claims to respect to men whom they respect.